She was once the Phoenix Goddess of the Ninefold Heavens, but her immortal bones were ripped out, and she was cast down to the mortal realm as a medicine cultivator.
When a blood-red phoenix mark bloomed across her back, Shen Qingwu crushed the pestle in her hand. If the Heavenly Dao would not tolerate the ember of rebirth, she would make herself a blade and pierce through the hypocritical heavens!
She shattered three flights of the ninefold celestial steps, and the immortals who had once tormented her knelt below, trembling.
Ling Xiaohan, the Heavenly Emperor's own son, held a sword to her throat. But the instant he saw her face, his pupils contracted in shock: the phoenix feather that had taken a calamity for him three thousand years ago was burning in the veins of this mortal woman.
"Either rip out my second immortal bone, or join me in slaying Heaven." Her bloodstained fingertip pointed at Ling Xiao's heart, as the howls of the ancient descendants of gods and demons pierced the skies above the Twelve Continents.
This time, the fire of rebirth would burn away the lies and shackles of the Ninefold Heavens.
