Kuang, the rarest surname in the world, is also the most tragic fate in the world.
Kuang Qingci is the only loser in the Qingyun Sect in a century.
He was born with his spiritual veins cut off, his Dantian dead, and after three years of practice he couldn't draw even a ray of spiritual energy. He was an ant that everyone in the world of immortality could trample on.
She was once the legitimate daughter of an aristocratic family, but her whole family was destroyed, and she was the only one left to survive in the family and depend on others.
The world bullied her for being incompetent, humiliated her as a mean person, spit on her body, punched and kicked her, and never showed any mercy.
Only the aloof, cold and ruthless Tianyan Immortal Lord Xie Xuanchen once picked her up from her dying body on a snowy night and gave her a moment of false tenderness.
From then on, everything she saw was desolate, except for him.
She fought with all her body, cut out the blood and nourished the spirit, even if her muscles and bones were broken, she still wanted to catch up with him.
But later——
For the sake of Saint White Moonlight, he personally destroyed the remaining half of her spirit.
He locked her in the Zhuxian Hanyuan, where she suffered from the heart-gnawing ice poison every day.
He looked at the scars all over her body and said with a smile: "Kui Qingci, you are a useless piece of bone. Getting close to me is a death penalty."
The cold abyss was biting and her body was covered with blood. She watched as the glimmer of light in the past was completely extinguished.
At the last moment, she burned her last remaining soul and dissipated in the wind and snow.
"Xie Xuanchen, I have no soul, no wealth, no support in this life. I only have a sincere heart, and I will give everything to you."
"Now that my heart is broken, from now on in this world, across mountains and rivers, you and I will never return."
Many years later, the Immortal Lord has power over the three realms, overlooking all living beings, and the lingering bloody chill remains on his fingertips all year round.
He searched the three realms and could no longer find the useless girl who looked at him and was as humble as dust.
