I am just an ordinary woman. When I open my eyes, I am in a troubled world where monks are superior to mortals and dynasties are about to collapse.
I have no spiritual roots, no division, and no system. At the beginning, I was waiting to die among the homeless.
In order to survive, I started as a handyman in the border town, sneaked into the injured barracks, entered the military tents, seized military power, and climbed up by stepping on the throats of aristocratic families and immortal sects.
They say that women cannot command armies, cannot be crowned kings, and cannot be emperors.
Then I want to sit on the throne of God, change the ancestral system, and change the world.
Later, all the dynasties bowed their heads, and the mountains and rivers were reset.
But those men who had despised me, used me, and been my enemies all knelt outside the palace gate, begging me for a title.
