[Strong heroine] [Tortured romance] [Coercion] [A lofty beauty brought down to earth] [Redemption]
I crawled out of hell, and he was the only enemy I had left.
I sealed his divine power, shattered his Daoist heart, dragged him down from his altar, and leaped into hell with him.
When I tore out his heart, the lotus in his chest burned.
I poured all my hatred onto him. He could only grit his teeth and endure my fury, saying that one day he would kill me.
Later, he watched me grow more and more deranged, yet did everything he could to save me.
I lowered my eyes and leaned toward him, asking softly whether he hated me to the bone.
But he said he didn’t.
I smiled and asked him, “How could you possibly not hate me?”
He slowly bent his knees and sank down at my feet, his back rigid, his voice hoarse and broken:
“I have no right to hate you.”
I reached out and brushed his ruined features, deciding how our story would end.
“If that’s so, then for the rest of our lives, we’ll fall together and go mad together.”
Ten thousand years ago, Zhaohua kindly sheltered the Ji clan, only to be betrayed by them and cast into the void, where she endured ten thousand years of torment.
When she returns, reborn and consumed by hatred, her enemies from that time have long since vanished, leaving only Ji Qingyan, the noble and radiant heir to the divine clan. Disguised as Jinci, she heaps ten thousand years of hatred upon him: sealing his divine power, shattering his divine bones, destroying his Daoist heart, and crushing the dignity he holds as a god. She spares only the lotus in his chest. It is the fragment of her original power that broke away from her all those years ago, the sole relic of Zhaohua, belonging to her alone and the last of its kind in the world. She hates him for possessing everything that should have been hers, and resolves to drag this innocent heir into hell with her.
