“Mm...”
In the silent night sky, an inconspicuous little wildflower suddenly let out a faint whimper. Its tender green stem trembled softly, and a faint glimmer of spiritual light seemed to shine from it.
The next second, a gale sprang up, and thunder and lightning roared! A ghastly white bolt split the night, lighting the world as bright as day. “How strange!” An old, imposing voice rang out from the sky, radiating an undeniable pressure. “Spiritual energy in this world is now so scarce, yet even this little flower of unknown species dares to cultivate sentience on its own?”
As soon as the words fell, the voice abruptly changed its tune, turning cold and stern. “Since you dare defy the rules, don’t blame me for showing no mercy! No spirits are allowed to cultivate sentience after the founding of the nation!”
“Rumble! Rumble!”
Several bolts of heavenly lightning, each as thick as a barrel, crashed down in response, bearing an apocalyptic force as they struck the little wildflower!
Wait, where the heck did you send me?
Muzan is my fated one? You’ve got to be kidding. I wouldn’t want a demon like him if you paid me!
What? I’ll suffer a backlash? No big deal. I still have another path to ascension!
Kill! My! Way! To! The Dao!
