Rumors in the Immortal Realm tell of how the demonic cultivator Duan Wuhen used her Heaven-Splitting Blade to bathe the Heavenly Dao Palace in blood, slaying the ruler of the Heavenly Dao and shattering the laws of the Nine Heavens. She and Yu Qingshuang, the first disciple of the Qingxuan Immortal Sect, were sworn enemies: one was a demonic flame defying Heaven's will, the other an exiled immortal and leader of the righteous path. When they fought to the death at Kunlun Ruins, their sword light consumed the clouds for a hundred miles, and their hatred was etched into their souls. Yet after successfully destroying the Heavenly Dao, Duan Wuhen opened her eyes amid chaos to find herself wearing the moon-white robes of a Qingxuan Immortal Sect disciple. She had become a fellow apprentice of Yu Qingshuang, the sect master's disciple, under the name Duan Wei. Her former nemesis now shared the same hall with her. Yu Qingshuang was still dressed in white as pure as snow, her gaze cool as moonlight, but now she looked at Duan Wuhen with a hint of curiosity. Her fingers would often unconsciously brush the Frostglow Sword at her waist, the very sword that had once clashed with Duan Wuhen's.
Duan Wuhen suppressed the surging demonic energy within her and played along, pretending to have a crippled spirit root. She discovered that this body concealed strange fragments of memory: Yu Qingshuang had once channeled immortal energy into her amid the ruins of the Heavenly Dao Palace; the patterns on the Heaven-Splitting Blade faintly matched the totem in the Qingxuan Immortal Sect's forbidden grounds; even the mysterious power that had helped her turn the tables while destroying the Heavenly Dao carried the aura of Yu Qingshuang's spirit butterfly.
As she secretly read ancient texts in the Scripture Pavilion and found the fragment, "The Heavenly Dao is not to be destroyed, but guided," Yu Qingshuang happened to be standing behind her, holding out a cup of warm tea. "Junior sister, your spiritual energy is unstable," she said in a cool voice, though a faint light flickered in her eyes. "Would you let your senior sister... help you stabilize your foundation?"
She had destroyed the Heavenly Dao, only to enter the chess game of an immortal sect. Duan Wuhen looked at the senior sister before her, who was both friend and foe, as the remnant soul of the Heaven-Splitting Blade in her palm began to grow faintly hot. This path of immortality was far more treacherous than she had imagined, and perhaps Yu Qingshuang's clear eyes concealed a truth even more astonishing than the destruction of the Heavenly Dao.
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