【Female Lead’s Growth * Face-Slapping Power Fantasy * Revenge * Slay Any God Who Stands in Her Way * Villainess】
Only a thousand years remained until the next sacrifice to Chaos, the one that would save all living beings, yet the whereabouts of Nuwa’s descendant, Shi Sheng, were still unknown.
The gods were terrified. The Three Realms were in peril. We were doomed!
After Le Kui was pushed into the Weak Water at a memorial ceremony, she slept for a thousand years. When she woke again, she discovered that the seven thousand years she had spent in the Heavenly Realm had been a void of love and a past built on lies.
The absurd part was that this pack of hypocrites, forever preaching benevolence and righteousness, actually expected her to sacrifice herself for the Dao and put an end to the calamity threatening the Three Realms.
If you neither respect nor love me, why expect me to pity and save you?
She was determined to become the first descendant of Nuwa not to sacrifice herself for the Dao. So what if they died? Good. Let them all die, every last one, and save her the trouble of taking revenge on them one by one.
All she wished for was that day to come soon.
The world could not abide a crowd of clear-eyed people while you alone stayed drunk. The gods actually wanted to start over from scratch, so Shi Sheng had no choice but to leap into the Spirit Platform, where life and death were uncertain.
Alas, the six senses suffer; sunk in the eight afflictions, without a great sage, who can ferry us to wisdom?
After walking the world of mortals, Shi Sheng could only think how bitter it was. Truly bitter.
So bitter that she would rather endure Heaven’s punishment and, as a god, slay Chonghua, who was only human.
Love? Love. How could she hate so much if she had never loved?
But the one she had loved killed the person she loved most.
A god’s life spans tens of thousands of years; a human life is but a drop in the ocean. Perhaps that is what it means for a goddess to love all humankind.
Nuwa’s descendant said she did not want to die, but those she had known were impossible to find again.
The dead are gone, and the living must carry on. She would storm the Heavenly Realm and execute the evil gods, enter the Demon Realm and slay the fiends. She would use the little time she had left to carve a path in blood, put an end to this rotten rule that sacrificed one person, and create peace for generations to come.
Go, go, go! ! ! !