When the righteous male lead leads a hundred sects into the Demon Capital, three-and-a-half-year-old Qian Qian is crouched beneath the imperial throne, munching on a spirit fruit.
She has transmigrated into a book as the wicked supporting female character destined to be struck dead by heavenly lightning. The System urges her, “Cultivate quietly and keep your head down until the end.”
Qian Qian brushes the fruit crumbs from her hands and pulls out a divine demon summoning talisman. “But my dad is the Demon Emperor. Why should I keep my head down?”
The talisman falls, and the heavens split open.
A hundred thousand ancient demon generals come charging through the flames.
The powerful figures from the hundred sects, who were just shouting about upholding Heaven’s will, all drop to their knees. The male lead’s legs tremble as he changes his tune. “Your Highness, we’re here to put on a show!”
The Demon Emperor then shatters the void and lifts his daughter onto the throne. “Who upset you?”
Qian Qian has just raised her little hand when the System suddenly shrieks. The one who truly wants her dead is hiding among those hundred thousand demon generals…
