In my previous life, I was a lazy disciple of the Heartless Dao, living with my master and relying on each other.
Every day, I gathered spirit herbs and played with spirit beasts, happy as could be. I thought my life would go on like that forever.
Then one day, my master suffered a cultivation deviation and suddenly came at me with his sword. As I lay on the ground, my vision growing blurry, I remembered what the book said: the final condition for mastering the Heartless Dao was to sacrifice one's family and loved ones to the Dao.
When I opened my eyes again, a thousand years had passed. Time had turned the world upside down.
At a teahouse, I overheard people at the next table talking about the immortal sect selection. Everyone was desperate to become a disciple of Ruan Rujing, now the foremost cultivator in the immortal realm.
I joined the crowd and fought my way through the selection. When I saw my master's face again, his gaze was exactly the same as it had been the day he suffered his cultivation deviation.
Just as I wished, I became my master's most beloved disciple once again. The mountains were full of magical artifacts and spirit medicines. Every day, I ate, drank, and played with spirit beasts, then went to get scolded by my master. What a carefree life.
Until one day, I wandered into a cave and discovered my own Soul-Locking Array inside. My previous body, pierced through by a sword, was still pristine and whole, lying in the gloomy array saturated with demonic energy, as if it had never died a thousand years ago.
I discovered two of my master's secrets.
He loves me.
And what he mastered back then was not the Heartless Dao, but the Demonic Dao.
Theme: A new path opens up when all seems lost.
