There is no skylight in the fog world. Miasma is eternal and karmic debts accumulate.
Tianxiang is the soul of destiny and the container of eternal karmic debt. Her immortal bones were filled with cracks, and there was a hole deep in her soul that could never be filled. The Immortal Sect took away her Taoist foundation, the Heavenly Court fettered her spiritual luck, and the Demonic Market squeezed out her remaining soul. The Three Realms treat her as a sacrifice and throw it away after use.
She didn't ask why. Because there is no good or evil in the way of heaven, only calculation.
Until she met Gong Heng, a hereditary member of the God Clan. The hole was as deep as hers, but even looking at her would result in the entire clan being executed.
Until she fell into the Demonic Ruins and met Tianjin, a natural container. Like her, she was born to hold things.
She circulated in the three realms, being plundered, shackled, squeezed, and cut off. Finally, she returned to the mist world, sat on the original dry stone, and reconciled with herself.
Eternal ruins, all thoughts have returned to zero. Separate yourself from the world and coexist with yourself.
This is not a comeback story. I am a container, and I finally choose not to be a container anymore.
