In the twelfth year after I transformed into a peasant girl, an immortal came and told me that I had spiritual roots and was the chosen one.
I thought that the life of the cow and horse had finally turned around, and I happily embarked on the path to immortality.
It wasn't until the spiritual roots were dug out alive that I understood what they were saying: "The medicinal materials chosen by heaven are just right for my little junior sister to replenish her health."
My spiritual roots are all gone, and I am abandoned like a pair of worn shoes.
When I escaped back to the world after all the hardships, I just wanted to spend the rest of my life in a familiar village - but all I saw was desolation.
So, who am I living for? It is necessary to get on the road again!
Concept: This time travel is too dark, the script is not even released