She has a beauty mark beneath her eye, yet was born unable to cry. She remembers the name she had in her previous life.
After seven years as a prisoner of war, she learns that she has already died.
To uncover the truth, she embarks on the path of cultivation.
Forced to take action, she climbs higher and higher. As the fog gradually clears, she proceeds with caution, becomes entangled in conspiracies, and settles the grudges of her past life in this one…
Her red bridal robes are as vivid as a sea of blood, while waves of purple light sweep across the land.
That striking smear of blood-red spills across her lips. With a cold, resolute face, she swears to heaven and earth: “I, Mu Yiyan, am willing to brave mountains of blades and seas of fire, endure the flames of hell, and cast everything aside for another life. I will not change my name, forget my hatred, give my heart, or shed a tear. If even one drop falls, may I die horribly and never be reborn!”
