A thousand years of cultivation are no match for her heaven-gifted talent.
They killed her mother, stole her life, and left her family torn by internal strife, with her own life hanging by a thread.
Once, she left with wounds. Now, she returns with the force of thunder to raze the clan that murdered her family!
She has neither power nor influence, yet the emperor of an entire nation leaves his capital to greet her outside the city.
Her spiritual power is mediocre, yet the mightiest experts fight tooth and nail for the chance to take her as their disciple.
She travels the world in men's clothes, peerlessly captivating. Some revere her as a deity; others denounce her as a monster.
“So what if I am a monster? I'll have my statue erected in your sacred ground, where your descendants will worship me for generations!” Her red robes blaze like fire, brilliant as the sun.
She draws her mighty bow and splits the sky and sun. She was never some weed at the foot of a mountain. In this life or the last, she will be the supreme ruler of the world!
