Refined Feathers, Fated Sorrow

[An Ensemble Story Centered on the Protagonist] I should have died on the operating table from massive blood loss, bringing my miserable life to an end. But when I opened my eyes, I was lying in an antique bed. My body had shrunk, my identity was a mystery, and after finally feeling the warmth of someone's care again, everything changed overnight: the demon clan was defeated, my aunt died a gruesome death, and I was mistaken for Liuli and seized for the Heavenly Realm, where I suffered endless abuse while carefully hiding my identity. Who said transmigrating meant having modern skills and historical knowledge? Who said transmigrating could make you rich beyond your wildest dreams? I had become a complete good-for-nothing. Nine years of compulsory education hadn't taught me a single useful survival skill. Physics? Chemistry? Poetry and prose? In this otherworld, where spiritual power reigned supreme, I was constantly dancing on the edge of death. A useless nobody in everyone else's eyes? A nobody who contracted a divine beast with more presence than its master? A powerless nobody with no one to rely on? Sorry, time to reveal the truth! I wield the power of a god and the Ancient Heavenly Tome. I am the only one who can mend the breach in the Celestial River, the master bound by an ancient blood pact with Zhuzhao. Now, let us see who will prevail as the world shifts and the pieces fall into place.