The greatest master of talismans and formations in Zhongzhou, she guarded the great formation protecting the nation for a hundred years, then blew herself up in the final battle.
When she opened her eyes again, she had fallen into the 1970s, an era with scant spiritual energy. Her lifespan had been shortened, and only sixty percent of her cultivation remained. In this life, all she wanted was to find a quiet corner and wait to die. No meddling, no saving the world. Anyone who disturbed her sleep would be sent to the grave.
When the Special Affairs Office came to assess her, they asked her to demonstrate a formation. She casually drew a long-lost trapping formation and locked a roomful of superpowered people inside, with no way out. They asked her to demonstrate her talisman skills. She tossed out a talisman, and every pane of glass in the assessment room shattered.
The assessment concluded: extremely powerful, extremely unmotivated, and extremely uncooperative.
After three days of deliberation, the higher-ups decided to place a Seven-Lock Soul-Sealing Formation on her to prevent her from losing control. She took a couple of looks and said, "Fine." Half an incense stick after returning to her room, she had wiped it clean and secretly left behind a listening seal.
She said, "In my previous life, I guarded it for a hundred years. By the end, I was the only one left. I don't want to guard it anymore."
Until the young military officer, his body shining with golden merit, kept stepping in front of her, shielding her with his own flesh and blood. He knew he was no match, but he charged in anyway. A bullet pierced his shoulder armor, yet he never once loosened his protective hold on her.
At last, her eyes brimmed with tears.
Later, the great formation was restored, the evil cultivators wiped out, and the land was at peace. Someone asked if she was still going to lie around. She lowered her head and took a sip of soup.
"I want to. But I can't stay lying down anymore."
As usual, sit on my sofa! ❤️❤️❤️❤️