An old-fashioned story: Not long ago, there was a very, very traditional girl who really liked to worship her ancestors, read genealogy, and listen to the stories of her ancestors told by the older generation. The stories of her ancestors together are simply a textbook on how to become a tragedy.
One day her ancestor appeared, and she came to one magical world after another with her eyes closed.
She discovered: The people here are actually her ancestors!
She thought about the good things her ancestors had done to her over the years, such as getting high scores in exams (even though physics had not yet appeared in primary school and mathematics was not that difficult), ranking in competitions (although it was third prize, it was still the Kindergarten Double Bear Cup Drawing Competition, and all the children who went there won prizes) and so on.
She still decided to save her ancestors from tragedy!
But how could a monster like a white-bone spirit appear in the normal story of our ancestors, and its gender should be male? It's really weird!
I haven't talked about the world of cultivating immortals yet. Think about it, it would be nice to have an immortal ancestor, but you didn't tell your ancestors that you like avant-garde things like human * hybridization!
She just wanted to complain: It turns out that the history of my family is not a textbook that has become a tragedy. My family is simply a big messy dye vat.
The ancestors all rolled their eyes at her: "What are you talking about? It's just mixed blood, mixed blood!"
Purpose: Journey to find happiness