When Yun Nian was three, a ball of light appeared in her sea of consciousness. “Host, go to the market south of town and take on disciples.” Clutching her baby bottle, she snuck out and found an eight-year-old boy, covered in blood, in a corner of the fighting arena. From then on, there was no turning back.
The disciple she picked up was a sword genius who opened the Gates of Heaven for her with a single strike. The disciple she picked up was a prince of the demon realm who burned the Ninth Heaven to ashes for her. The disciple she picked up was king of the feathered folk, spreading his wings to shield the sky for her. The disciple she picked up was a plant spirit who gave up his life to keep her alive. The disciple she picked up was the last survivor of the shaman clan, cursing Heaven and defying fate for her. The disciple she picked up was the reincarnation of a star spirit, who foresaw her deadly tribulation. The disciple she picked up was descended from giants, carrying mountains and holding back ten thousand enemies for her.
Seven disciples, seven rulers. She thought she had life all figured out, until one day... “Master, why aren’t you growing any taller?” Yun Nian looked at her permanently three-year-old body and fell into thought. The Demon Emperor personally simmered bone broth, the Sword Sovereign scoured ancient texts, and the Feather Emperor crossed the four seas in search of spiritual herbs. The seven mighty figures knelt in a row, holding up a “Grow-Taller Manual.” “Master, drink this and you’ll grow taller!” Yun Nian: “I really don’t want to grow up...” Her disciples: “No, you do.”
Then, one day, she gave her life to save all living beings in the Three Realms, and her body faded away completely. The seven disciples knelt before the ruins of the Heavenly Dao, crying for the first time like the children she had once picked up. “Master, please grow up. Please come back...”
A hundred years later, beneath a parasol tree on the back mountain of the Yun family estate, a thirteen-year-old girl swung her feet on a swing. Seven figures came racing toward her. “Master!!!” The girl rubbed her forehead and sighed. Behind her stretched a cloudless sky, and the Three Realms were at peace.
