[A sacrifice from the start] I’m Yu Wei, the “auspicious immortal plant” adored by my entire sect.
I can absorb spiritual energy from anywhere, pick any divine artifact I want, and my senior brothers and Master treat me like their most precious treasure.
Until the Demon Venerable bursts into laughter at my coming-of-age ceremony: “You little fool, they’ve raised you for sixteen years so they can drain your blood to fill the Nine Netherworlds!”
[Out of seclusion to flip the table] A hundred years later, the mad beauty is back.
My Master has passed away, my senior brothers have gone mad, and black snow falls across the Three Realms.
I crush my phoenix crown and stride barefoot through the great formation of Yujing:
“Either we fix this broken world, or I’ll tear it apart with my own hands.”
The common folk beg me to become their ruler, while the immortal sects call me a calamity.
I draw a Bagua formation on the wasteland:
“Enough. First, you’re all going to learn how to farm from Big Sis.”
[The battlefield of love begins] Yandere Demon Venerable vs. aloof immortal lord
Li Huang’s dark red eyes burn with madness. “Let’s burn this hypocritical world to the ground together!”
Shouji’s white hair is dusted with snow. He simply steps in front of me and says, “She’ll choose her own path.”
I kick them both into the reclamation team:
“Romance can wait. Let’s work on infrastructure.”
The Three Realms’ headlines explode: #The badass who dragged both the Demon Venerable and the immortal lord off to farm#
[The ultimate twist] Was my awakening the final trap?
At the edge of the world, a stele of Guixu reveals the chilling truth:
[Pure-Turbid Experiment Subject No. 13]
[Cultivation objective: trigger detonation upon self-awakening to achieve final purification]
Annotation: “This subject’s rebelliousness is excessive. Recommend disposal.”
I trace the names of the twelve predecessors and laugh.
“Disposal?”
“Then let the creators see, ”
“how a discarded product can hold a scalpel to their throat.”
Come see how the mad beauty puts all three realms to work building a better world!
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.