Qu Qiuying, the Holy Son of Tianyuan, fell into the cliff of Black Mountain due to an accident. The place was shrouded in chaotic black mist, and no one knew what was there.
Holy Son Qu Qiuyi: I didn't expect that my 300 years of cultivation would be of no use here, and that I would be taken over by a man...
Villager Ye Song: Hey hey, a sister Qu fell from the sky.
Intention: When you have nothing, what else can you rely on in the future?