The Five-Colored Auspicious Cloud Doesn't Want to Be Stepped On

A legend spread through the True Spirit Realm. They said that whoever could stand atop a five-colored auspicious cloud would become the next supreme ascendant. And so the clouds at the horizon were subjected to ruthless poaching. Cultivators would fly up to catch a cloud and step on it, or dye one by hand and refine it into a magical treasure. This drove Si Zhuiyue crazy. As a cloud spirit who had transmigrated here as a soul and become the brightest cloud in the sky, Si Zhuiyue had been chased and hunted five times in a single month. The last time, she had nearly been beaten until her soul dispersed and could never gather again. The cloud spirit, who had originally wanted only to drift across the sky each day and naturally ascend to immortality, was furious. She went straight to the strongest Sword God in the True Spirit Realm and made an automatic contract with him while he was meditating. From then on, a cloud appeared above the head of the True Spirit Realm's strongest, ice-cold man. It would form the letters "SB" one moment, then "F***" the next, for everyone who wanted to catch it to see. But even contracting with the Sword God wasn't enough to keep the enraged cloud spirit safe. She split herself into five parts, and signed contracts with three other small fragments: a saintly monk who practiced silence, the most beautiful and gentle female immortal, and a poor boy who was always unlucky but always managed to escape danger. She kept one part for herself, to go wild~ And from then on, she never had to worry about being captured again! Si Zhuiyue perched on the heads of the Sword God / saintly monk / immortal / future Dragon Proudheaven: Come on, try to catch me again! I'll give you a five-hundred-meter head start! All the cultivators: ... From then on, the Sword God was no longer cold, the silent monk found his voice, the overly gentle immortal could kill people with her words, and the Dragon Proudheaven no longer had to attract all the hatred alone! Frazzled Sword God: Give me all the clouds. Saintly monk / immortal / Dragon Proudheaven: No way! You give them to me! * The blurb may be revised, but the core won't change. 2022-6-5. Plagiarism will be pursued! Theme: Life is precious.