Rain Falls on the Immortal Path, Landing Between My Brows

[Strong Female Lead, Cultivation, Sweet Romance]

The mystic bell resounds through the nine heavens; one sword sends frost shivering across the sea of clouds.

I shatter the snow at the edge of the clouds, and light gathers in a heaven beyond the world.

The spirit of ages past lies hidden within; three feet of steel sweep away the dust and smoke.

One peal startles the netherworld; layer upon layer of mist parts before me.

Its clear note rings through the still night, carrying over a thousand mountains.

When the sword rises, all frost-glow falls away; my heart finds peace in the sound of sacred chants.

With each toll of the Mystic Bell, Su Hanshuang’s life in the Taixu Immortal Sect came to an end. She watched her former junior and senior brothers glare at her with venomous hatred, while Bai Qingqing looked on with a taunting gaze. Her heart filled with unshakable grief. Just as her soul was about to dissipate, the Mystic Bell let out a deep hum, and wisps of chill gathered before Su Hanshuang, forming a line of words: “Do you have any regrets?” As she looked at the words, the resentment in her heart flared to life. Slowly, she uttered three words: “I regret it.” The moment her voice fell, the Mystic Bell rang out again. Then a powerful force dragged Su Hanshuang’s soul into the bell. When she woke, she discovered that she had been reborn, back at the moment she had just joined the Taixu Immortal Sect...