After an accident damaged her sea of consciousness, Xiao Yingyu had no choice but to spend a year in secluded recovery. When she opened her eyes, she heard a voice in her mind claiming to be the “Heavenly Dao.”
It said that this world had been born from a storybook, and that its plot was clichéd and dull: an Immortal Venerable was infatuated with a Demon Emperor, a Saintess fell for a Demon Lord, and everyone was consumed by misunderstandings yet refused to speak up. In the end, some died and others were wounded, leaving the Three Realms and Six Paths in ruins.
Even her fellow disciples were no exception. Her second junior brother suffered a backlash from his spiritual power, leaving his cultivation unable to advance. Her third junior brother's spirit sword was destroyed, turning him into a cripple. And her youngest junior brother, who had just joined the sect and always kept to himself, possessed a Yin constitution that brought him endless torment. He was fated to die with ten thousand ghosts devouring his heart.
As for Xiao Yingyu, during this very seclusion her Dao heart would shatter and her inner demon would grow, reducing her to an insignificant background character in the story.
Xiao Yingyu listened carefully and gave a slight nod.
The next moment, her vast spiritual power condensed into a blade of ice, cutting off the Heavenly Dao's mocking voice.
Her aura surged higher and higher as she rose with her sword in hand.
“I refuse.”
“I refuse to be a background character at someone else's mercy. As for the Immortal Venerable, the Saintess, the Demon Lord, and the Demon Emperor...”
“If you cannot protect the Three Realms, then I will.”
Chu Yuanze had known since childhood that evil spirits clung to him.
Wherever he went, twisted faces filled with mockery and malice would clutch his throat and choke him, waking him countless times in the night.
He thought he would keep suffering until he plunged into an abyss from which there was no return. He never imagined that someone would appear like a god descending from heaven and pull him out of the mire without hesitation.
She was a blaze of heavenly light, his ultimate salvation.
Bright, optimistic, openhearted senior sister × fierce, taciturn, good-hearted junior brother
All pairings in this story are male-female.
The male lead will not turn evil. He will grow into a good person.
Theme: Fate is never in the hands of the Heavenly Dao. It is in your own sword.
