The ancient empress Yan Wici woke up in Lingquan Pool five thousand years after she blew herself up. The God of War who once swept through the three realms has now become a junior sister in the Qi refining period. What is even more bizarre is that the twelve heavenly domain sages who followed her in the previous life have all become nanchong reserves - the cold-faced guard Qingluan closed his eyes to change her clothes, the demon lord Xuanlin stole the spiritual fruit with his animal ears, and the poisonous-tongued doctor Bai Jue used his natal magic weapon to dispel the cold while pricking needles.
As the memory was unsealed, the bonds of the past life turned into peach blossoms: the swords of the sword fairy became a knot of hearts, the tail feathers of the demon emperor emerged as a double cultivation bond, and even the cold Buddha's Sanskrit music was entangled in her hair around her wrist. Yan Wici crushed the eighth jade slip to urge the marriage and tied the ankle bell on the ghost king's wrist: "I was able to control twelve divine weapons at the same time back then, but now..."
"My lord, it's time for healing!"
