A hundred years ago, she was Hua Yan, the only daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, a girl who giggled while holding the corner of his clothes beside the Yaochi.
A hundred years later, at her coming-of-age ceremony, he turned over and broke her jade crystal lamp.
At this point, the world is in chaos, the demonic energy is soaring into the sky, countless lonely souls and wild ghosts are wandering around, and the three realms of humans, demons and demons are in chaos.
Everything started with her, and everything should end with her.
She stood on the Zhuxian Platform, her pure white dress fluttering in the wind, and tears fell down unknowingly. She was like a butterfly, fluttering towards the blazing fire, leaving only a pure white shadow.
Little did she know that the story really began from the moment she jumped.
From that moment on, her name was Brocade.