Beyond the Immortal Realm: The Empress's Rebirth

No romance, surviving in the cracks and blooming along the way: a heroine's coming-of-age story. No one will save me, so I'll save myself. The rain in Nanan City always carries a chill that never quite lifts. Song Zhao's mother died in childbirth. Before her body had even grown cold, while the white funeral banners still hung in the mourning hall, her father brought his mistress into the residence and made her a concubine. Half a year later, her half-sister, Song Wanqian, was born, her cries loud and clear. Song Wanqian was exceptionally gifted and showered with the family's love from childhood, growing up the center of everyone's attention. Song Zhao, born with a false spiritual root, was denied resources and forced to scrape by. Mocked by everyone, she lived like an ant. At fourteen, the girl was trapped at the very bottom of the cultivation world. After countless failures to gather qi, she believed her path to immortality had ended before it began. She had no idea that the Five Elements Pearl her mother left behind would turn her fate around. The joy of finally gathering qi had barely begun to fade when she learned that her mother's tragic death had a hidden cause. The only elder who had ever cared for her actually wanted to keep her like a captive pet, with ulterior motives. Xiao Tuo, her childhood sweetheart, flirted with her incessantly, only to turn around and marry the beloved daughter of the Han family, famed for alchemy. A disastrous start, with every hand lost. But Song Zhao refuses to believe in fate. From a girl with a false spiritual root, scorned and cast aside, to a formidable cultivator who commands the forces of heaven and earth. With blood and tears as her ink, and determination as her brush, she writes a legend of rebirth from the ashes. Watch Song Zhao plan her every move, cut through thorns, unravel mysteries, and defy the heavens. She will ascend to the throne of the Female Emperor, bring the Three Realms to their knees, and make her name endure for ten thousand years. [The end of cultivation is a brilliant life of your own, not the embrace of some man.]