[Opening Ceremony to the Heaven] I, Yuwei, am the "Auspicious Immortal Plant" favored by the whole division.
I can absorb spiritual veins at will, choose divine weapons at my disposal, and my senior brother and master hold me at the top of my heart.
Until the Demon Lord laughed wildly at me and my hairpin ceremony: "You little fool, they have raised you for sixteen years, waiting for you to mature and draw your blood to fill the Nine Netherworld!"
[Leaving Seclusion and Turning the Table] A hundred years later, she is back after crazily criticizing beauties.
The master has passed away, the senior brother has gone crazy, and there is heavy black snow in the three realms.
I crushed the phoenix crown and crushed the Yujing formation with my bare feet:
"Either heal this broken world, or - tear it down with your own hands."
The poor people kneel down and beg me to be king, and the immortal sect calls me a calamity.
I drew the Bagua array in the wasteland:
"Shut up, everyone, and learn to farm from your sister first."
[Shura Field Starts] Yandere Demon Lord vs. Cold Immortal Lord
Li Huang's dark red pupils were burning with mad fire: "Burn this hypocritical world with me!"
Shouji's white hair was stained with snow, and she just stood in front of me lightly: "She chooses her own path."
I kicked the two of them into the land reclamation team:
"It's better to engage in infrastructure than to fall in love."
The headlines of the Three Realms exploded: #The ruthless man who took both the Demon Lord and the Immortal Lord to farm#
[Ultimate Reversal] My awakening is the ultimate trap?
Fighting to the end of the world, the cold truth is engraved on the Guixu stone tablet:
[Clear and Turbid Experimental Subject No. 13]
[Cultivation goal: detonate after self-awakening to achieve final purification]
Comment: "The rebellion value of this number is too high and it is recommended to be scrapped."
I stroked the names of twelve seniors and laughed out loud.
"Scrap?"
"Then let the maker see -"
"How scrap products hold a scalpel to His throat."
Let's see how crazy beauties seize the Three Realms to carry out infrastructure construction!
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A story that begins with lies and imprisonment ends with a woman deciding to open the door and learn how to "exist" again after a hundred years of loneliness.
Author's Perspective: Why I Must Write This Story
Because I wanted to write a story about "unforgiveness".
It's not that she doesn't forgive the person who hurt her - that's too simple.
It's about not forgiving the "must forgive" rule.
Why do victims always have to be generous?
Why do you still have to take care of the overall situation after being hurt?
Why is sacrifice always a "should"?
When Yu Wei chose to imprison herself on the altar, what I wanted to write was: After being betrayed by the whole world, a person has the right not to choose any path given by others. Even if that path is self-destruction.
Because I want to write about a kind of "growth without a way out".
It's not about upgrading and killing monsters, it's not about revenge and counterattack.
But in a desperate situation, relearn how to breathe.
When she wakes up a hundred years later, the world is still the same, and the problems are still the same.
But she has changed - not stronger, but more sober.
Know clearly who you are, know clearly what you don't want, and bear all the consequences clearly.
Because I want to write a kind of "gentle cruelty".
Staying silent for a hundred years is not waiting for a hero to return.
It is waiting for a scarred soul to be willing to believe that "existence" itself has meaning again.
His love is not salvation, but companionship - accompanying her into the darkness and accompanying her out.
What I want to write most now is the confusion after "breaking out of the cocoon".
She came out of the prison of her heart, what next?
I discovered that a hundred years of solitude brought not relief, but a more complicated dilemma.
People who love her are crazy, people who hate her are still waiting, and the world is sick because of her.
She grasped the "right of choice" she had regained, but found that——
Every choice is stained with blood.
This is true growth:
It's not about finding the answer, it's about choosing the one that "most resembles you" among countless bad options.
I want to see how she deals with a world that still fails her.
I want to see how she can find a third way between use and harm.
I want to see her not become a hero or a devil in the end——
But to become a person who still decides to "live" after being completely sober.
This is probably where I stumbled:
I don't want to write cool articles, I want to write the truth.
Even if the truth is painful, heavy, and unpleasant.
But Yuwei dared to build a century-old prison for himself.
I at least dare to write a true story for her.
A story that begins with lies and imprisonment ends with a woman deciding to open the door and learn how to "exist" again after a hundred years of loneliness. Author's Perspective: Why I Must Write This Story Because I wanted to write a story about "unforgiveness". It's not that she doesn't forgive the person who hurt her - that's too simple. It's about not forgiving the "must forgive" rule. Why do victims always have to be generous? Why do you still have to take care of the overall situation after being hurt? Why is sacrifice always a "should"? When Yu Wei chose to imprison herself on the altar, what I wanted to write was: After being betrayed by the whole world, a person has the right not to choose any path given by others. Even if that path is self-destruction. Because I want to write about a kind of "growth without a way out". It's not about upgrading and killing monsters, it's not about revenge and counterattack. But in a desperate situation, relearn how to breathe. When she wakes up a hundred years later, the world is still the same, and the problems are still the same. But she has changed - not stronger, but more sober. Know clearly who you are, know clearly what you don't want, and bear all the consequences clearly. Because I want to write a kind of "gentle cruelty". Staying silent for a hundred years is not waiting for a hero to return. It is waiting for a scarred soul to be willing to believe that "existence" itself has meaning again. His love is not salvation, but companionship - accompanying her into the darkness and accompanying her out. What I want to write most now is the confusion after "breaking out of the cocoon". She came out of the prison of her heart, what next? I discovered that a hundred years of solitude brought not relief, but a more complicated dilemma. People who love her are crazy, people who hate her are still waiting, and the world is sick because of her. She grasped the "right of choice" she had regained, but found that—— Every choice is stained with blood. This is true growth: It's not about finding the answer, it's about choosing the one that "most resembles you" among countless bad options. I want to see how she deals with a world that still fails her. I want to see how she can find a third way between use and harm. I want to see her not become a hero or a devil in the end—— But to become a person who still decides to "live" after being completely sober. This is probably where I stumbled: I don't want to write cool articles, I want to write the truth. Even if the truth is painful, heavy, and unpleasant. But Yuwei dared to build a century-old prison for himself. I at least dare to write a true story for her.