Those who set foot on this path must first gather qi; a palace within the belly marks the threshold of the hall.
Wash away the mortal dust and purify yourself, and only then may you roam freely across the world.
When the spirit leaves the mind's terrace, one enters the realm of the void; having weathered tribulations, one may then uphold the heavenly order.
Only when the heart is without stain can a manifestation arise; open a domain, and all beings will look up to you.
When a whole world fits in my palm, I command the boundless myriad forms of the cosmos.
Seek the Dao and knock until Heaven's Gate opens, and your name will be praised for ten thousand generations.
The world is divided into nine realms, and its inhabitants belong to three races. One day, a girl loses her family. Seeking revenge and her own path, she steps into an entirely new world. Good and evil, right and wrong, a bewildering profusion of choices: what will she decide, and what kind of story will she leave behind?
Zhao Lingxuan reaches out and grips her three-foot blade, pointing it at demons and monsters.
"You lot, take this sword strike."
(Not a transmigration or rebirth story, no System, not a power fantasy, and not a "strong female lead" story. It has a faux ensemble cast. Xiao Xuan is as wooden as a log when it comes to romance, so there won't be any romance in the early or middle stages. The male lead won't appear early, so try guessing who it will be. I'm no good at writing blurbs, so please move on to the story.)
The "young miss" tag was added by mistake and can't be changed now that the story is contracted. Don't mind it (though there is a young miss too).
