When she wakes, she has become the stepping stone destined to be trampled in the story.
Her fortune is stolen, her destined match is taken, and everyone is waiting to see her end in ruin.
Yun Shu just wants to yawn.
Acting is exhausting. Better to lie low and write the story from behind the scenes.
And so, the world gains a storyteller.
She is the [Ghost Valley Oracle], exposing a century-old heart demon with a few words;
She is the [Peerless Immortal Healer], reversing life and death with a wave of her hand;
She is the [Formation Grandmaster], remaking the laws of heaven and earth with a snap of her fingers.
Everyone else is a piece on the board, fighting on a gameboard called “fate.” She alone smiles as she changes its rules.
When the transmigrated “Daughter of Destiny” arrives, brimming with confidence and backed by a System,
when her reborn younger sister vows to settle every old score,
Yun Shu lazily puts on yet another secret identity and delivers the punishment of a “scriptwriter.”
They fight over fortune and opportunity, unaware that she has already seized control of the world’s “narrative.”
Until Xing Yi, the master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion who can calculate everything under heaven, blocks her path.
He can see through every technique, yet cannot divine her origins. All he can see is that she has written the entire world into a script.
He holds out his hand. “Shall we work together, or play against each other?”
Yun Shu smiles faintly, the ink on her page still wet.
“Why not guess whether I’ve already written your ending?”
