A fanfic. This story changes the canon couples from the films and shows, so don’t read if you dislike that. It veers a little from the original plot later on, so please bear with me. When Ning Xiyan, a goddess, becomes the heroine, will she still be a god without desires or emotions? Will she help the people of the Old Nine Gates? It’s all a mystery.
The cloak draped over her was like the gorgeous, brilliant rosy clouds at the edge of the sky. Its fabric was soft and light, as if woven from the finest mist. Caressed by the breeze, it fluttered and billowed freely, as though it had a life of its own. Delicate silver thread embroidered along its edges shimmered in the gentle touch of the faint morning light, like dazzling diamond fragments accidentally scattered across the Milky Way. Every glint was captivating, impossible to look away from.
The woman moved with dainty steps, each one so careful it seemed she feared disturbing the peaceful world around her. Her footfalls were as light as falling feathers, making scarcely a sound. As she walked, her cloak lifted gently with her movements, as if stirred by an invisible hand steeped in poetry. The ivory-white qipao beneath appeared and disappeared in fleeting glimpses, like a celestial palace glimpsed through drifting clouds, inviting the imagination.
The qipao’s cut was masterful, utterly perfect, as though tailored just for her. It traced her graceful, shapely figure to perfection. The fine brocade shone with a soft, warm luster, as if bathed in tranquil moonlight; every shifting play of light spoke of elegance and nobility. At the collar and cuffs, each exquisite frog button was like a white jade magnolia blooming in spring, pure and elegant
