I Transmigrated to Chentang Pass and Became a Warrior Goddess

Chu Ci sat on a broken wall, playing her bili. Its mellow notes drifted through the silent night.

A grimy little girl asked her, “Big sister, your bili sounds so sad. Are you missing someone?”

Chu Ci stopped playing and looked into the little girl’s wide, innocent eyes. Her own eyes were faintly red, glistening with tears. Weariness and sorrow lay heavy in them. Chu Ci wasn’t missing anyone. She was simply grieving because, on her own, she couldn’t save everyone struggling to survive.

Seeing A Chu like this, Nezha walked over and gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his cheek against hers without saying a word.

Chu Ci stiffened for a moment. Then a flame kindled in her eyes. If she couldn’t save everyone struggling to survive alone, what about a whole group of people?

This is the coming-of-age story of a girl who crawls out of hell and never stops reaching for the light. A dark, powerful heroine and a nontraditional Nezha.