Yun Zhao, who was ridiculed by the entire Internet as a useless empress, had been ridiculed by the court and despised by the people for three years after taking the throne. Even his close associates secretly defected to the enemy. No one knew that the ancient god-killing bloodline was sealed in her body. Every night when the moon was full, the blood curse would backfire and hurt her bones. Until that night, she broke into the altar alone, her robe stained with blood, and cut off the nine-layer ladder with one sword. Xie Lin, who had abandoned her like worn shoes, knelt at the end of the sea of blood, tremblingly reaching out to pull her - only to see her sneer: "Xie Lin, what you owe me, use your soul to pay back." The altar collapsed, and all the souls bowed their heads. This time, she did not seek redemption, but only wanted to slaughter the hypocritical gods.
