Please add my completed novel next door, Raising a Blade to the Dragon Palace, to your collection!
Blurb for After Killing a God and Proving the Dao, I Was Reborn:
We can’t escape the fate of killing gods.
In her previous life, Bai Xiaoji went from being hailed by the whole world as a god to being reviled by everyone.
At last, the person dearest to her stabbed her in the back, bringing her lifelong obsession to an end.
That day, when the snow cleared, cheers thundered: “The Goddess of Gushan has fallen! The godslayer shall be the new god!”
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A thousand years later, she wakes in a human-sacrifice pit at a temple, as a dying slave prays devoutly: “Goddess, protect us. May sin be erased and blessings bestowed!”
Wasn’t that what they used to say about her, the woman everyone in her past life despised?
The despicable State Preceptor beats her half to death for being the only person there who doesn’t worship the gods, then summons a magic formation.
Well, look at that. He’s been copying her original cultivation technique like there’s no tomorrow?
She has not a trace of spiritual power, yet a single word from her makes the formation, which has recognized its master, and the spiritual consciousness filling the mountain wither away.
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From then on, the cultivation world sees a female cultivator rise from humble beginnings.
She earns a terrible reputation for blaspheming against the gods, and the cultivation world once again prepares to attack her, claiming they’ll summon the great deity who lives in seclusion.
“Go ahead. I’d like to meet him, too.”
She wants to ask him: Is this world, where the immortals are heartless and harm all living beings, the Dao he has sought so desperately?
Then she’ll destroy that Dao.
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A poetic version of the blurb:
They say that disgraced female cultivator of the cultivation world once offered the world this poem:
Beyond the cloud summit, no higher peak appears,
Its lofty ridges stretch toward the great void.
The joys of this world, the life of a wanderer,
Fill countless pages, too many to recount.
When inspiration strikes, I trample fragrant grass,
When the song ends, I ride a fine carriage through the spring.
I still recall how spring was always beautiful on the cloud summit,
And how countless sights lay beyond the mountains.
Wandering heroes and wild spirits roam the fields,
While lofty halls and winding corridors rise above.
Spring light scatters through Chang’an,
As swallows fly on horseback, calling out.
I once slept beneath a tree that reached for the clouds,
And rose in the night, wishing it would last a little longer.
I read in a quiet room, traveling ten thousand miles,
With a small world around me and three pots of tea.
Great waves stir in my heart, churning winds and clouds.
Why hesitate because rain obscures the way?
If you think of the one who never returned from beyond the mountains,
You may leave a handful of earth on the cloud summit.
“They say the letter was buried at Mount Guheng with an oil-paper umbrella.”
“Did the person on the cloud summit receive it?”
“Alas... Neither the plague god who once made Heaven and Earth tremble nor the venerable master who held power over the winds and clouds could withstand the mere word ‘fate.’”
“But she was happy. She had friends all over Chang’an, rode through the spring, read in a quiet room, and pursued her lofty ambitions!”
“By the time she wrote those words, none of that remained. She had been unhappy for a long time.”
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Highlights:
- My take on cultivation, with realms advancing from [First Awakening -> Sea Opening -> True Awakening -> Empathic Insight -> Seated Oblivion -> Formlessness -> Boundlessness]
1. The main story follows the female lead’s second life after transmigrating through time.
2. Strong female lead, with a plot-focused story.
3. The romance follows an unconventional groveling arc. After killing a god, the male lead establishes himself as a god. His reasons are complicated, he appears later in the story, and he has a secret identity.
4. The writing isn’t serious classical prose. It mixes in modern elements and occasionally gets silly, so please bear with it!
Theme: Prove the Dao through one’s own life, for the sake of unfinished work
Hey, if you kill your wife, you have to write a book and write a biography. Kill him with a knife.
The names of father and daughter have the same pronunciation hahahaha
No, it's over like this. Why is Xiaobai's ending like this? The little white boy in my heart is a carefree and loving person surrounded by others. But I feel that becoming a god will start to make me lonely. Yanqi might really love her, but she also gave her this ending. It's hard to accept that Yanqi came out for Xiaobai and died for Xiaobai.
Is this fantasy real? This blood is actually useful. I just feel that even resolving regrets in a fantasy world is not real, after all, it has already happened. Xiaobai tried to ask his father and mother for help, but now Xiaobai only believed in himself. Although he asked his mother, in the end it was himself who took action. Woohoo emo
It's very well written, unconventional and attractive to me. The subject matter is pretty good. Why are there so few comments?
The ending is really bad! I don't know if Yanqi expected it.
I can't understand it anymore. Some people forget and look at it in a fog hahaha
There is another feeling that the whole world is forcing Xiaobai
Squat, squat, squat!!!!!!!!!
I was still curious about why blood was useful before, but now I know that blood is real. I'm really curious about the timeline. I thought it was in the real world that Xiaobai accidentally killed his father and became blind before meeting Yanqi. After all, he had just seen Xiaobai stabbed in the throat for a long time, and Xiaobai also said that a beast was coming. But if it was Yan who got the blood, wouldn't it have happened before he accidentally killed his father? I'm so curious. I still don't know whose vest Yan approved.