The day I took the heavenly tribulation meant for my master, Ling Xiao, and my soul was scattered, I heard his thoughts: “The stand-in is dead. Perfect, now I can bring her back.”
Reborn, I tore up my immortal registry in front of everyone and turned to leap into the arms of my nemesis, the Demon Lord Zhan Yuan.
The Immortal Venerable thought I was throwing a tantrum. The Demon Lord thought I was using him.
Later, I stirred up the Three Realms and became the one moving the pieces as the old Heavenly Dao gave way to the new.
Ling Xiao arrived with a million immortal soldiers and pleaded through bloodied tears on the battlefield: “Qing Yue, come back with me…”
But Zhan Yuan lazily wrapped an arm around my waist and chuckled in his ear:
“Immortal Lord, you’ve frightened my wife.”
They thought I was a piece on the board. They never knew I had long since become the player.
