Blood Pact Empress: From Sacrifice to Sovereign

On the day of the blood sacrifice, my family chose me to become the offering that would awaken our ancestral spirit.

As chains bound me and my blood was about to be drained dry, the mysterious ring left behind by my mother was stained with blood and suddenly awakened.

A cold, domineering figure appeared in my dying sea of consciousness:

“Form a blood pact with me, and you can share my soul and defy fate.”

“Refuse, and your soul will be utterly destroyed.”

In the face of utter despair, I used what little willpower I had left to make this absurd and only possible pact with her.

The statue of the ancestral spirit shattered, and I rose from the pool of blood.

From then on, an ancient female emperor took up residence inside me: sharp-tongued and demanding, yet fiercely protective of me.

Cultivation? A casual word from her points straight to the origin of the Great Dao.

Enemies? She can erase them into nothingness without a care.

But the price of this blood pact is far more than simply sharing power...

“Today's task: Kiss the forehead of the fiercest elder in the clan in front of everyone, and praise his kindness.”

“Complete it to gain a strand of imperial essence. Fail, and the pact will backfire, leaving your soul in pain for three days.”

As I'm forced onto this bizarre path to power, filled with one mortifying moment after another, the truth behind the blood sacrifice, the secret of her downfall, and the terrifying karma sleeping within my bloodline are slowly coming to light...

The family that once treated me like dirt will eventually tremble and bow beneath the intertwined shadows of the female emperor and me.