Above Fairyland: Nirvana of the Empress

No CP, survival in the cracks, flowers along the way, the heroine grows into a novel. If no one crosses me, I will cross myself. The rain in Nan'an City always brings an unbreakable cold. Song Zhao's mother died in childbirth. Before the corpse was cold and the white flags in the mourning hall had not been taken down, my father took her from the outer room into the house and carried her as his aunt. Half a year later, the concubine (Song Wanqian) fell to the ground, crying loudly. Song Wanqian has outstanding talents. She has been favored by her family since she was a child, and she has grown up like a star. But Song Zhao, who was born with false spiritual roots, was deprived of resources, living in embarrassment, ridiculed by others, and lived like an ant. A fourteen-year-old girl is trapped at the bottom of the world of cultivation. He failed countless times in condensing energy, thinking that there would be no chance of becoming an immortal in this life. Little did he know that the Five Elements Pearl left behind by his mother revealed a reversal of fate. The joy of successfully condensing Qi has not dissipated, but he unexpectedly learns that there is something fishy about his mother's tragic death. The only ancestor who loved her actually wanted to keep her in captivity for other purposes. Xiao Tuo, a childhood sweetheart, flirted with her all the time, but turned around and married the daughter of the alchemy Han family. At the beginning of the game, everyone loses. But Song Zhao didn't believe in fate. From an abandoned girl with false spiritual roots who was despised by others, to a powerful person in charge of the world. She used blood and tears as ink and obsession as pen to write a legend about the rebirth of a phoenix. Let's see Song Zhao working step by step, cutting through thorns, breaking puzzles, and reversing the course of events. Finally ascending to the position of empress, the three realms bowed their heads, and her fame will last for thousands of years. [The end of spiritual practice is your own brilliant life, not the embrace of a certain man.