Everyone Thinks She Is Heartbroken

When Yue Tan was alive, she was hated by people and hated by dogs. Everyone who saw her wanted to call her a waste, a coward, and a traitor. They complained that she had to live alone in Tianjian. They wished she could die, but because of the saint's poison in her body, they had to raise her and cut out her flesh to extract blood for elixirs. After being trapped in a cage for eighteen years, Yue Tan finally died. After the Tianjian sealing formation was broken, she threw herself into Youchuan, leaving no trace of her body. It wasn't until her death that those people knew that Yue Tan had never lied about Tianjian's defeat. The great masters who guarded Tianjian back then had their bodies invaded by Tianjian monsters. It was their remaining consciousness that begged Yue Tan to take action. No one knows how Yue Tan walked through that bloody road and what kind of mood he had to turn the tide and continue the Tianjian Formation for eighteen years. No one knew that Yue Tan never wanted to be a great master or savior, nor did he want to be the host of Saint Gu. She just wanted to sleep under a pillow, dream of butterflies, and wait for her senior sister to wake her up and take her home. After the Battle of Tianjian, Xie Jichou still had some of his true spirit. She watched Yu Tan go away with relief, recuperating her energy in the quiet river and waiting to meet again one day. At that time, she did not expect that what was waiting for her would be Yue Tan's leap eighteen years later. The person she loved most was actually sleeping in the deep river. Didn't Master say that it was Taiyi's good fortune that Junior Sister possessed Saint Gu? Didn't Su Hansheng say that knowing Junior Sister was her blessing? … Why are they still alive after the junior sister died? Between life and death, pain and regret are not worth mentioning. Xie Jichou was once Taiyi's demon-slaying sword, but now the sword is broken and the path is destroyed, and he ends up becoming a demon. Purpose: Pursuing self-perfection