In the End, My Best Friends and I All Became Gods

I am a princess of the cultivation world. When I was eleven, I stumbled upon the secret that my father had murdered his wife to quell her spirit for the sake of the powerful.

The dead woman was my junior sister's maternal aunt. The murderer was my own father.

From that day on, my sword hand began to tremble.

They want me to "make a livelihood for the people," but I want to ask: What if those very people are the ones we have sacrificed with our own hands?

Strong female lead, two powerful leads (the male lead is strong, but the female lead is stronger)