Playing an Unassuming Extra in a Battlefield Romance

An ordinary passerby, nameless and everywhere.

Zhou Yan never expected to transmigrate into a book.

In the story:

Male Lead No. 1: the righteous Immortal Venerable of the cultivation world, as aloof as the moon and as untouchable as a mountaintop flower. The female lead's strongest backer.

Male Lead No. 2: the Crown Prince of the demon realm, who would wipe out all of humankind without batting an eye for the female lead.

Male Lead No. 3: her puppy-like junior fellow disciple, kind-faced but dark-hearted, constantly clinging to the female lead and dripping malice toward everyone equally.

There were also Male Lead No. 4, the sect's senior disciple, and Male Lead No. 5, a demonic cultivator's supreme lord...

All these heaven-blessed prodigies would act out a heart-wrenching, beautiful, and legendary romance with the female lead.

If only...

Zhou Yan hadn't transmigrated into this world.

"Staying alive is what matters. I'll live as long as I can."

She had no spiritual roots, no talent, and no aptitude for cultivation.

The cultivation world, teeming with prodigies and geniuses, was strange and wondrous, like a dream.

The clouds were too high, and the path to immortality too long.

Competing with the rest was not her strength.

Zhou Yan only wanted to be a background character.

She was quite at peace with that.

"If Heaven allows it, please let me go back."

The gentle woman pressed her palms together and prayed to Heaven with devout sincerity.

This world was good, but it was not the path she had come from.

Their first meeting.

A mortal woman in plain clothes knelt in a temple, her long black hair falling in waves, her skin as white as snow, and a beautiful face.

Yet her eyes were closed as she prayed to Heaven, her expression devout.

The exalted, heaven-blessed prodigies lowered their eyes and glanced down at her.

Some looked indifferent, some composed, some smiled with alluring eyes, while others were carefree and unrestrained...

"Instead of seeking immortality and cultivating the Dao, this mortal prays to these useless golden statues. How foolish."

At that time, as they merely passed each other, one of the cloud-dwelling prodigies glanced down and laughed scornfully, unimpressed.

Later.

They met again.

"Sister, would you take a look at me?" A boy in black clung to her, his eyes concealing a sticky, possessive desire.

The Crown Prince of the demon race plucked the brightest snow lotus on the Heavenly Mountain, all to win her smile.

"I only want to be with you."

"You are my karma."

In the end.

"If the Heavenly Dao is fair, it should grant her a long and healthy life."

"Defying Heaven is part of cultivation. I'll search the Nine Heavens and the depths of the Netherworld for an elixir of immortality for you."

"There are mortals everywhere. Why did you have to be the one to die so young?"

She was a mortal woman, destined to have no ties to immortals.

They had known the ending all along, yet in the end, they still couldn't accept it.

P.S. A beginner's story

Theme: Walk through the mortal world with grace.