Shen Zhao, born with the ability to communicate with spirits, is branded a shameful husband-killer who can bear no children. On a stormy night, her fiancé smashes their marriage contract in front of everyone. “A defective woman like you is fit only to be a concubine!”
She sneers, bites her finger, and writes a blood letter renouncing her clan: “That concubine’s place can go to the old ancestor in the coffin!”
Nine bolts of heavenly lightning shatter the century-old ancestral hall. In the flames, she glimpses the future: a black-robed prince with her hairpin piercing his heart, amid a mountain of corpses.
To survive, she is forced to sign a stand-in contract and become the “medicine” for Xiao Jue, the powerful, childless prince.
He grips her by the throat to draw her blood. “Imitating Wei’er is the only value you have.”
But she does not know that every month, the blood taken from her heart feeds the gu worms in his white-moonlight beloved’s coffin!
When her unborn child is diagnosed as “medicine,” Shen Zhao draws an escape talisman in blood and flees to the frontier.
Three years later, she holds hands with a plant-born son who can bring ten thousand acres of farmland to life, and carries a cursed young girl in her other arm, a child whose words can make her enemies burn themselves to death. She has become the “Earth Mother Goddess,” worshipped by the people.
Yet Xiao Jue comes after her, his frail body barely holding up. “My lady, the fortune-teller says my fate is missing you...”
Then, one day, an evil cultivator holds a knife to the throats of her twins.
Only then does Shen Zhao learn:
Her supposedly childless fate is a curse laid a hundred years ago by the Heavenly Dao, which stole the bloodline of the spirit-guarding clan;
the baleful aura of his ill-fated, solitary-star destiny is the weapon required to slay a god;
and the adorable children they have fought so hard to protect
were never meant to exist in this world at all: they are divine infants born to kill a god!
“Don’t cry, Mother,” Little Bell says with a smile from within the sacrificial formation. “When I tear apart the Heavenly Dao, I’ll get you a brand-new sun.”
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