The number-one god of the Three Realms is my cultivation partner.
But he says he doesn’t know what love is.
Jiang Li was the daughter of the lowliest palace servant in the Kingdom of Yan, living a life worse than an ant’s. The only warmth in her life came from her royal brother, Jiang He.
When the demons overran Yan and took Jiang He captive, Jiang Li set out on foot as a mortal, traveling a thousand miles to Kunlun to beg for help.
She never got her reinforcements.
Instead, she was thrown into the Jade Mirror Frozen Pool as a sacrifice.
Deep within the pool was Yun Zhiyao, the most revered Jade Purity Immortal Lord in the Three Realms.
His hair was silver as snow, his face beautiful as ice. Half god and half demon, he was incomplete in his emotions and desires.
He knew neither joy nor anger, neither pain nor love.
For three hundred years, Kunlun had imprisoned, exploited, and revered him. They feared him, too.
Everyone treated him like a god. But when Jiang Li first saw him, she asked:
“Did they capture you, too?”
“With so many wounds, does it hurt?”
Those words shattered the restraints that had held Yun Zhiyao in check for three hundred years.
That night, the power of the demon god spiraled out of control, and his silver tail coiled around her waist.
Five days later, the Jade Mirror’s seal broke. The sect claimed she was his newly accepted disciple.
The first thing Jiang Li said when she awoke was, “I’m going to save my royal brother.”
From then on, she used her status as his disciple to practice his path and wield his sword. She cultivated with him and became bound to him in life and death.
From a “vessel” matured by his power, she went on to cut through the hypocrisy of Yuchenxiaque Sect, shatter Kunlun’s thousand-year-old sacrificial traditions, rescue her royal brother, slay the demon king, ascend the path to godhood, and become the only new god in the Three Realms.
Yet in everyone’s eyes, she remained the woman who had “risen to power by relying on the Immortal Lord.”
Until she stood before the nine sects, sword in hand, and swore an oath:
