[She faked her death and returned, only to find out her stand-in was herself?]
Leng Yuerou once died saving the people and her master, Xuan Ye. Her soul was utterly destroyed.
A hundred years later, she awoke in an ordinary body with a chaotic mix of spiritual roots, only to find that a stand-in with features like hers now stood beside the Night Venerable in the Ninth Celestial Palace. He lavished her with affection, giving someone else everything he had once given Leng Yuerou.
She concealed her brilliance, wanting only to cultivate in silence and reclaim everything she had lost.
Yet time and again, his gaze passed over the stand-in and fixed on her. “Who are you, really?”
At the sect tournament, she stunned the world with a single sword strike. Her cool, solitary aura was exactly like that of the beloved he had buried deep in his heart!
Shock and joy surged through his eyes as he uncontrollably called out the name he had never forgotten.
But she stepped back with her sword raised, respectful and distant. “Your Reverence, you have mistaken me for someone else.”
Later, the Netherblight returned, and the deadly crisis came around again.
She resolutely went to her death, offering herself as a sacrifice. He completely broke down, giving up ten thousand years of cultivation and screaming for her to look back.
Reborn from the flames, she returned beneath the moon, radiant as a goddess descended into the mortal world.
Facing the master who had gone mad for her and knelt to beg for forgiveness, she smiled faintly:
“Xuan Ye, I passed your tribulation a hundred years ago.”
“This time, I’m the one who doesn’t want you.”
