After the battle between the immortal and demon realms, the Demon Lord was gravely wounded and needed a cultivation vessel.
He needed to find a woman with a rare constitution to absorb the foul energy within him.
But from the immortal realm to the demon realm, no ordinary woman was worthy of his notice.
Only when his subordinate abducted Yue Zhibai did he finally find someone. Reclining against his throne, he glanced lazily at the woman below and gave a slight nod. "She'll do, barely."
Yue Zhibai was so perfectly suited to him, it was as if she had been born for this purpose. The Demon Lord was very pleased with his cultivation vessel.
Though she had quite a temper and plenty of flaws, the magnanimous Demon Lord declared that he could tolerate them.
He was even reluctant to use her and then discard her. He thought that once he recovered, he might as well keep her in the Demon Palace as his concubine.
But before that day could arrive, a divine fire descended from the heavens and burned his cultivation vessel to a charred skeleton.
Holding the blackened bones, the Demon Lord, who knew nothing of love, shed the first tear of his life.
Later, the war between the immortal and demon realms broke out once more. Leading the forces was a sword cultivator who had only recently begun to make a name for herself.
She was said to be a peerless genius who advanced a thousand miles a day on the path of cultivation. In less than a hundred years, she had become the greatest sword cultivator of the righteous path.
They met on the battlefield, where she unleashed a dazzling sword strike at him. The long sweep of its wind lifted her face veil.
Beneath it was the woman the Demon Lord had yearned for over the past hundred years.
Note: This blurb is still a work in progress, but the central idea will remain the same. Devoted fans of the "chase your wife to the crematorium" trope will never waver in their determination to make the man suffer.
Theme: Self-respect, independence, confidence, and strength
