Linglong transmigrated into another world, with powerful backers and extraordinary talent.
She decided to cultivate diligently and build her career, getting a taste of the legendary ascension to immortality.
But why was a peach blossom floating her way, always hovering before her and distracting her?
This peach blossom was clingy, gorgeous, and in the prime of life. She thought: Since that's the case, I might as well take him in.
But their once-mutual love drained a lifetime of cultivation from her. Her heart shattered into pieces, and when she ascended, her body and spirit nearly perished.
All she'd wanted was to cultivate, make some money, and maybe fall in love along the way...
Linglong: ...Heavens, are you messing with me?
Forget this rotten peach blossom! Wouldn't it be better to fight monsters, level up, refine artifacts, and build a career?
As the senior disciple and leader of the first immortal sect in the cultivation world, Zhizhe had always devoted himself to the Dao, keeping his distance from women and enjoying an impeccable reputation.
Then she appeared before him and slowly carved a place for herself in his heart.
He lowered himself for her and went to great lengths. After all that, he finally managed to win the girl over.
He cared for her tenderly, looking after her in every way. He wished he could cut out his heart and show it to her... So why were they growing farther and farther apart?
Only when she disappeared did he realize: fate had played a cruel trick, and she had left so decisively!
Zhizhe: ...Heavens, are you punishing me?
No matter what, he would find her again! Whatever the cost, he only prayed for one more chance from the heavens.
Heavens: Who's calling me? Oh... The Immortal Realm's God of War, punished by exile to the mortal world to experience a lifetime, and the unusual girl who transmigrated into this world.
Who told you not to focus on cultivation and to fall in love instead?
Heaven and Earth are impartial, treating all things like straw dogs.
Young people, you're on your own~
Theme: Is this what it means to be fated to meet, but not to be together?
Come on, it looks good!