[Unhinged, absurd heroine × devoted Demon Lord | nonstop face-slapping | wildly absurd and nonsensical | the immortal sects’ collective breakdowns are a highlight]
Everyone says that the foul qi of the five grains is filthy. The Immortals of the Pure Dao have upheld the immaculate path all their lives. They purify even the slightest trace of impure qi with spells, and seeing me is like being struck by lightning. They’d love to grind my bones to dust.
They despise the primordial turbid power of Heaven and Earth that I carry, call me a wicked woman who corrupts the immortal sects, and repeatedly rally cultivators to hunt me down, all the while going on about purification and cleansing away filth.
Yet the clogged primordial energy that everyone in the Three Realms avoids is precisely the thousand-year affliction of Qin Mo, the Ice Demon Lord.
His icy meridians have been stagnant for ten thousand years, his spiritual roots clogged layer upon layer, and his cultivation unable to advance. He has endured bone-deep cold for over a thousand years, but no immortal medicine or sacred treasure of purity anywhere in the world could cure him.
Only the power of transformation and creation through the five grains, which I command, can dissolve the knots that have wound through his body for ten thousand years and clear his entire spiritual meridian system.
The immortal sects act high and mighty, but secretly covet the primordial power of creation within me;
The Demon Lord sets aside his pride and stays by my side day after day, asking only that I clear his blockages.
Later, the Heavenly Dao stirs, and the cycles that run through all of Heaven and Earth become completely obstructed. The vitality of all living things gradually withers, and those Immortals who pride themselves on their purity panic. They can only swallow their pride and line up to beg me to set the cycle of Heaven and Earth in motion again.
I look at these hypocritical, fastidiously clean Immortals, holding my artifact of creation and reincarnation, and smile faintly:
If you knew all things depended on the primordial power of the five grains, why did you make an enemy of me at every turn?
[Do not read while eating]
Give yourself a shout-out! Still encouraging myself