Sixteen years ago, a beam of white light burst through the heavens from the mortal realm, soaring straight up to the Ninth Heaven and shaking the Six Realms.
On her sixteenth birthday, her father handed her over to a strange man. She told him, "In this life, I believe in neither gods nor Buddha. I believe only in myself."
Her mother died in childbirth, and her father spent his days drunk. Ever since she could remember, she had dreamed every night of corpses strewn across the ground, with blood flowing wildly like a little river, just like hell on earth.
At midnight on the Ghost Festival, she was struck by heavenly lightning, and the "her" within her awoke from a thousand years of slumber.
Theme: Every lifetime is but an illusory dream of mortal existence
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