[Single Female Lead] [No System] [No Transmigration] [No Rebirth] [Traditional Cultivation] [Smart Characters]
Spiritual energy is scarce here, making this a filthy land everyone avoids.
This is an abyss for criminals and prisoners of war exiled here.
This is a blood-red cage marked out by those who fancy themselves people of the Upper Realm.
They call this the Land of Exile, but it is also where I was born.
Those who claim to be from the Upper Realm or call themselves prodigies have all laughed at me.
They laugh because my meridians are shattered, leaving me a good-for-nothing who cannot cultivate.
They laugh at my weakness and helplessness, saying I'm no better than an ant.
They laugh at me, a wretched bug unable to crawl out of the mire.
But how could they know that even a speck of dust can become an unstoppable storm, and even an ant can rise up and become a dragon!!!
