The Peerless Witch: One Thought Away from Demonhood or Immortality

Beneath a blood-red sky, she stands amid mountains of corpses and seas of bones, gripping a bloodied demonic sword in one hand. Demonic energy whips her white hair about like a banner summoning the dead. Her left eye is black enough to swallow the stars, and weeps tears of blood; her right eye is as cold as ice from ten thousand years, yet bleeds a searing red. She looks like a specter, and somehow her beauty outshines the heavens and earth.

But who remembers that she was once the purest saintess of the immortal sect? Only when the demonic sword, its hilt carved like a skull, cleaves through her soul does she understand the prophecy: “When gods and demons appear, the stars will be stained with blood.” Now her left eye can devour demonic flames and her right can condense immortal light, but every enemy she kills leaves another crack across her face. She is beautiful, shattered, and utterly mad!

“Become a demon? Become an immortal?” She licks the blood from the corner of her mouth and lifts a shattered fragment of the Heavenly Dao Stele with her blade. “When this wretched world drives me to a dead end, I'll carve out a third path!” In the next instant, her dark pupil devours the immortal sect's holy light, while her pale pupil freezes the demons' fangs. From today on, the rules of this world are mine to set, Hu Cong!