She was the one sliver of hope that had escaped the Great Dao, an anomalous younger sister beyond the laws of Heaven.
>When chaos first began to take shape, she wandered as a soul, witnessing Pangu split heaven and earth and stain chaos with blood.
>After creation, she lived alone atop Mount Buzhou, coldly watching the cycles of calamity unfold across the primordial world.
>During the Beast Calamity, she casually saved a spiritual root on the verge of extinction, incurring Heaven's wrath.
>During the first Dragon-Han Calamity, she came across the young son of the Ancestral Dragon, whose life hung by a thread. With a light touch of her finger, the young dragon's bloodline miraculously transformed.
>When the war between the Wu and the Yaos tore the sky apart, she stood atop Mount Buzhou and let the violent energy tear at her, all to protect a nest of trembling innate beings at the mountain's foot.
>When the Investiture of the Gods calamity stained the land with blood, she quietly took a wisp of true spirit, allowing a loyal soul that should have been scattered forever to be reborn.
>On the Journey to the West, she took the form of an old woman and gave the pilgrims a seemingly ordinary seed, quietly changing the ending ordained by Heaven.
>When Heaven could no longer tolerate her as an anomaly and unleashed the world-ending Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, she simply raised her eyes and smiled:
>“Brother, if I perish, the last sliver of hope for change in this world will be gone for good.”
