When Jiu Yi awoke in her tomb, there wasn't a single patch of intact flesh on her body.
The grave robber lay prostrate on the ground in terror, begging her to spare his life. Seeing that she regarded him as no more than an ant, the grave robber blurted out, "Please spare me, Your Highness. My ancestors were once people of the Yan Kingdom, too. My forebears gave their lives for their country in the Battle of Pojun."
What do you mean, once?
The grave robber told her everything: "The Yan Kingdom lasted for more than two hundred years after you died and were laid to rest, then it was destroyed."
What do you mean?
The grave robber said, "The elders in my family say it was cultivators from the Upper Realm."
Jiu Yi closed her eyes.
The world suffered because the Lower Realm was the Upper Realm's garden, there for it to drain at will.
Anyone with the aptitude for cultivation could go to the Upper Realm and enjoy boundless riches and glory.
For a very small number of people, this was a heaven-sent opportunity. For the common people, it was a noose around their necks.
The fortune of one realm was gathered to nourish another.
Before she fell in battle, the Yan Kingdom had laid a grand plan for the world.
Jiu Yi sacrificed herself for the Dao, evading the eyes and ears of the Upper Realm, all to sever the ladder between the two realms.
Who in this world can do it?
Only I, Kun Yi of the Yan Kingdom.
[Strong female lead. My take on the phoenix-proud heroine leveling-up genre, ultimately reaching the peak of combat strength.]
[The male lead appears later and isn't as strong as the female lead.]
[Mindless, lighthearted wish fulfillment. No need to think too hard (the author can't think).]
Theme: Independence and self-reliance.
