The day she fell into demonic ways, the Immortal Venerable knelt until his proud bones shattered.
The day she became supreme, the Demon Venerable smiled as he turned to ashes.
Peach blossoms blaze in Heart-Questioning Valley, where her beloved’s bones lie buried.
The lone phoenix bows her head, icy tears falling to the ground: This road to heaven... is so cold.
The entire immortal sect begs for my forgiveness, but everyone who loved me is dead.
My master, Qing Yan, protected me with his soul. My beloved, Xuan Zhu, burned his life away to kiss me. My confidante, Hong Yao, entrusted me with a peach pit as she lay in a pool of blood...
In the end, karmic fire devoured the lone phoenix, and winter buried her in silence.
Ling Yao, a prodigy of the immortal sect, was framed during her grand ceremony. Her master, Qing Yan, personally tore out her bones and crippled her cultivation, casting her into the demonic abyss.
At the brink of despair, she awakened the karmic-fire red lotus physique and joined forces with her sharp-tongued sister Hong Yao to build an alliance and take revenge.
The Demon Venerable Xuan Zhu fell for the fire of her hatred and protected her at the cost of his life. Qing Yan, consumed by regret after learning the truth, shattered a piece of jade on a snowy night.
When the Spirit Nexus Secret Realm opened, a three-way love triangle erupted:
Qing Yan sacrificed his soul to protect her, vanishing in a flash of light. His last words were, “Look upon the new world.”
Hong Yao took a blade meant for her and died after entrusting her with a peach pit.
Xuan Zhu refused to let her sacrifice the lives of a hundred thousand people. He kissed her as his tears faded away: “You would look beautiful with white hair... What a pity I can’t marry you.”
Ling Yao devoured the Spirit Nexus and burned the heavens, becoming supreme. She established Heart-Questioning Valley and buried everyone she loved there.
As karmic fire finally devoured her heart, she smiled and stroked the three tombstones, raising her cup against the wind and snow: “The road to the underworld is cold. Wait for me, and we’ll drink together.”
