As the first disciple of the Immortal Sect, at the wedding ceremony with the Supreme Being of the Demon Realm, I tore up the marriage contract in front of the guests from the three realms, and ran away with my sword. I thought that what awaited me was an endless pursuit and imprisonment, but who would have thought that the rumored violent demon king actually broke through the void and came after me, but what surged in his scarlet eyes was not anger, but paranoia and fanaticism that I had never seen before. He broke his natal demon sword in public and swore with his soul: "If you don't want to be the queen, I will become an immortal for you - this six-realm throne is a toy that you are tired of playing with." And deep in the sea of my consciousness, the godhead that has been sealed for thousands of years is quietly awakening.
