The world changed, and the seasons passed. Ji Yiyue's grave, once surrounded by an endless sea of clouds, had become a ruined temple.
Now, five hundred years had passed since her death.
In just five hundred years, the cultivation world had changed beyond recognition.
According to the legends of the cultivation world, she was an immortal lord who died for the people and the world. Whenever people spoke of her, they couldn't help but mourn her story.
Her former fellow disciples and friends had long since become mighty figures in their own right.
According to the rumors, Yiyue was their most unmentionable secret. They loved and revered her, and saw her death as the greatest loss of their lives.
On the first day after returning, Ji Yiyue spent the entire night in the ruined temple, using the cold rain to wipe her sword scabbard clean.
A dead White Moonlight is the best kind of White Moonlight.
But what if the White Moonlight isn't dead?
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As a personal disciple of Jiehai Tower, Yiyue knew well that she wasn't popular.
Whether among her sect or her peers, she had always been the invisible one nobody paid attention to.
Still, everyone had treated her well. From an orphan in the mortal realm to a personal disciple of a great sect, Yiyue felt she had been very lucky.
So when her sect fell into peril, she thought it over and stepped forward.
Five hundred years later, she returned from the dead. When she opened her eyes again, Yiyue suddenly realized:
Those old acquaintances who had seemed not to like her had all gone mad.
[Reader's Guide]
1. A gentle, rational heroine. This is self-indulgent comfort writing.
2. A light ensemble cast. Not a strong female lead; slow burn.
3. The heroine has many former partners, some dead and some alive.
4. My own brand of fantasy, with a mountain of original worldbuilding.
5. The heroine has a love interest.
Theme: Have confidence in yourself
