Yun Qing has no great ambitions in this life.
She has a face so beautiful it could topple the Six Realms, but all she thinks about is where to catch fish in the streams today, which mountain to fly a kite on tomorrow, and how many candied hawthorns to get the day after. Cultivation? Seeking the Dao? Ascending to immortality? Even hearing about it makes her sleepy. She just wants to be the laziest nobody in town, letting the days drift by one after another.
But fate loves nothing more than dragging people who don’t want to go forward along for the ride.
After one ridiculous coincidence and one mess she never wanted to get involved in, Yun Qing is more or less forced up a mountain. She never chose this path herself. From the moment she steps onto the first bluestone stair, every step feels as if an invisible hand is pushing her onward. She isn’t the one begging the Heavenly Dao for anything. It’s blocking her way, forcing her to look up.
The day her spiritual roots are tested, the whole hall falls silent.
The Spirit Root Testing Stone is as cold as a grave marker. She has none of the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, or earth. Nor does she possess any of the variant elements: wind, thunder, ice, light, or darkness. The elders turn away, the disciples snicker, and the whole sect pronounces her a good-for-nothing, one who will remain a good-for-nothing for all eternity. No one gives her a second glance, and no one wants to.
No one knows that when “nothing” reaches its absolute extreme, it becomes the most primordial form of “something.”
The power that existed when chaos was undivided, before yin and yang were separated and when heaven and earth were still in their primordial state, could never be identified by a few crude stones made in later eras. She isn’t a good-for-nothing. She’s the only person in this world born with a Chaos Sacred Body.
But she doesn’t want to be the “only one.”
She just wants a good night’s sleep, but every time she wakes up, her cultivation has somehow advanced another level. She tries to sneak off the mountain for a candied hawthorn skewer, but halfway there, she suddenly comprehends an ancient sword art. She squats by the stove to roast a sweet potato, and the oven explodes, producing a Nine-Turn Mystic Pill that makes the elder of the alchemy hall fall to his knees in tears. She never asked for any of this, but the world insists on dumping it in her lap.
She has never been “chaotic.”
She’s naturally playful and carefree, and she doesn’t want anyone telling her how to live. When she smiles, her eyes curve like crescents; when she gets into trouble, she runs faster than a rabbit. She turns the cultivation world upside down, but never once thinks of becoming a demon. She just doesn’t want to be pushed along, even though every step she takes really does move her forward.
Chaos leads to demonic corruption, a flood of filth so vast that one thought can make the people bleed rivers of blood.
Purity leads to godhood, a radiant light that shines everywhere and can restore life to all beings with a single thought.
But she stands on the blade’s edge between chaos and purity, wanting to choose neither.
“What if chaos and purity could coexist?” she asks the heavens, sitting on the edge of a bottomless cliff with her legs swinging. “Why must I choose one or the other?”
The Heavenly Dao gives no answer.
So she answers for it:
She insists on becoming the first person in all history to do so. Neither pure nor impure, neither god nor demon, she lets chaos and purity coexist in her very bones and blood. She is neither a supreme god nor a fallen demon. She is a Chaos Saint.
The world knows only two words: chaos and purity. But Yun Qing insists on forging a third path between them.
It’s a path no one has ever walked before.
And one she never wanted to walk in the first place.
Fate forces her up into the clouds, but in the end she stands somewhere even higher, smiling as she tells the Heavenly Dao, “I won’t accept my fate, but I don’t hate you either.”
She’s still playful, yet she can comprehend the Great Dao while fooling around. She seems to have given up, but with chaos as her foundation, she devours all techniques and embraces yin and yang, turning the dead ends others see into a broad road to heaven.
One step at a time, she climbs to the heavens, reaches the end of this world, and glimpses the truth behind its laws.
Chaos means demonic corruption, the emptiness of all forms, and doing as one pleases.
Purity means godhood, absolute cleanness and truth, and compassion for all living beings.
Whether she becomes a god or a demon depends on a single thought.
If gods and demons cannot coexist, she’ll use her Chaos Sacred Body to shatter those chains.
“If chaos and purity can coexist, then she is the law itself.”
“The world knows only two words: chaos and purity.”
As the gods throughout the heavens fear her and demons across the realms revere her, Yun Qing stands atop a mountain in red, looking lazy and carefree as she asks,
“Becoming a god sounds boring, and becoming a demon sounds like too much trouble. If chaos and purity can coexist, does that mean I get to rule the world?”
Follow Yun Qing, a strong heroine who begins with no spiritual roots and an overpowered talent she’d rather waste. Whether she becomes a god or a demon depends on a single thought. Watch her play her way through the cultivation world with the power of chaos.
Theme: If gods and demons cannot coexist, she’ll use her Chaos Sacred Body to shatter those chains.
