Help! The Heavenly Dao’s Daughter Has Turned Dark

Born with immortal bones, adored by all. The year Yang Sulan began cultivating the Way of All Living Things, three thousand ever-burning lamps bore witness to her vow to rid the world of every demon. Then her parents brought home a frail orphan, and everything changed. Her father’s binding rope trapped her fast. She watched as the villagers she had saved turned against her in barely half a year, hating her and screaming for her death. Ten thousand swords pierced her heart, staining her white robes with blood. The grove they had planted together to ward off demon beasts became the furnace where she was burned. She couldn’t accept it! Why was love something they could cast aside whenever they pleased? The day she was reborn as a charred corpse and an evil spirit, she had lost all hope. Yet a fool came along and taught her that love could be selfish and selfless at once: “If you like someone, you like them. Why does it need to be more complicated?” She was afraid, and refused to accept it. But when the young man died for her, all he wished was for her to be safe and happy. He didn’t even dare ask her not to forget him. She brushed away the tears that had unknowingly fallen from the corner of her eye. “This time, I’ll wield the people as my blade and sheath my love and hatred together. No one will stand in my way.”