Amidst the chaos, Su Jin felt as if she were drifting through an endless sea of suffering.
A hundred lifetimes of tribulation: every time, she loved but could not have; every time, the pain cut to the bone. She had endured the despair of dying in childbirth as a farmer's wife, the desolation of being abandoned in the cold palace after a princess's political marriage, and the betrayal of having a fellow cultivator steal all her power... Life after life, she relived a cycle of fate's cruel mockery.
In her final life, she was a female general of a small kingdom. After fighting to exhaustion to defend her city, she suddenly threw back her head and laughed as the walls began to fall:
"If the heavens have eyes, why has the descendant of a loyal martyr fallen so low? If the Heavenly Dao is fair, why can't sincere love be met with sincere love?"
Boom!
Thunder roared across the ninth heaven. A hundred lifetimes of tribulation had ended, and her soul returned to its rightful place.
