A marriage contract married her to a squeamish young man who had nothing but good looks and family background.
Everyone said that she was unlucky and that for the rest of her life she would just have to look after her husband and raise her children, and be a canary with peace of mind.
They don't know that what awakens in this body is the soul of the ancestor who once split the sky with a sword in the world of cultivation and was worshiped by thousands of cultivators.
Canary? She looked at her hands that were supposed to hold swords, but now could only handle tea snacks, and sneered.
The Zergs are approaching with a roar, politicians are secretly colluding, and the mecha legions are arrayed in the starry sky.
When the crisis of world annihilation comes, the former cultivation master slowly arrives in the smoke of gunpowder.
Behind him are thousands of surrendered ships.
Concept: Throne of Deep Space