She was born with a Chaos Spirit Root, abandoned by heaven and earth, and destined to battle her out-of-control spiritual power. Knowing nothing of love, all she understood was the struggle to survive.
Little did she know that the aloof, otherworldly chief disciple of the immortal sect had concealed ten years of memories of the wasteland for her, and was willing to defy the entire righteous path for an “outcast.” “Rules are dead. You're alive.”
Nor did she know that the capricious, inscrutable young lord of the demon clan had come to take her spirit root, only to become hopelessly entangled after countless tests of her. “If anyone in the Three Realms dares touch a hair on her head, they can step over the corpses in my Ten Thousand Shadows Grotto first.”
Still less did she know that the thousand-year-old master of the Reincarnation Pavilion, who governed the cycle of rebirth, had already adjusted her destiny chart in countless previous lives, and said with a smile, “I've watched a thousand lifetimes rise and fall, and you're the only one I want to protect and keep safe in this life.”
When her Chaos Spirit Root brought calamity upon the Three Realms, she stood with the Wuwang Sword in hand. Behind her were a traitor to the righteous path, the young lord of the demon clan, and an outcast from the cycle of reincarnation.
“Aren't you afraid of falling into the abyss with me?”
The three exchanged smiles and shielded her at the center.
“Whether it's the abyss or the will of heaven, wherever you are is home.”
Heaven and earth are the furnace, all things its fuel, but their devotion to her is the one light that never goes out.
Disciple of the Ten Thousand Shadows Grotto: “Young lord, that woman from the wasteland threw away the Spirit-Calming Pill you sent her like a pebble again!”
Mo Ying (gritting his teeth): “Never mind. Next time, I'll send her one that explodes, so she'll learn not to toss away things from this young lord!”
Disciple of the Qingxiao Sect: “Senior Sister, Miss Yunxiu used the sword manual you gave her to prop up a stone as a cushion!”
Yun Yao (rubbing her forehead helplessly): “Forget it. Next time, I'll find one with a softer cover... At least it'll be more comfortable to sit on.”
Attendant of the Rebirth Pavilion: “Master, Miss Yunxiu swept the ‘reincarnation hint talisman’ you buried along her usual route aside with the fallen leaves!”
Su Wan (smiling): “It's all right. Tomorrow I'll use talisman paper that smells like candy. She'll pick it up eventually.”
Yunxiu (looking at the pile of “trash” by her feet and scratching her head): Do people in the cultivation world all like littering?
Theme: Protection that transcends opposing sides is greater than the rules of heaven.
