A descendant of a modern ancient martial arts family was betrayed and died in an operation, but accidentally returned to the period of the late Sui Dynasty and early Tang Dynasty, where ruthless killings and worthless human lives were everywhere, filled with the smell of death. She was originally a person who was not afraid of life and death, but she met the right person in that different time and space. She knew the ending of history and what the ending of the people around her would be, but she was powerless and could only watch those familiar faces leave her one by one. I can see everyone's ending, and I don't know where my soul will go. This story is purely fictitious, and any similarities are purely coincidental.