A hundred years ago, the eight immortal sects surrounded and suppressed the witch, suffering heavy losses, and finally shot the witch down at the foot of Canglan Cliff.
A hundred years later, the practice of spiritual practice flourished, reaching from the royal family to the common people, and monks became the top of the class.
Lu Yingzhou was stupid and ugly, and was born unable to practice. The legitimate daughter of a general's palace was as insignificant as an ant. Even though she was tortured to death by her aunts and sisters, the simple funeral procession failed to attract anyone's attention.
Until someone took over her body and crawled out of the coffin with deep hatred.
Zhao Quanming's life was extremely absurd. In just three years, he went from being a genius of the Lingxian Sect to a witch that everyone yelled at. Once he was reborn, he was actually parasitic in the body of a useless person who could not cultivate.
She looked past the vicious concubine and concubine Bai Lian, past the high walls of the General's Mansion and the five surnamed families, through the cold imperial city, and finally looked at the far away Nine Heavens Tower.
She felt the fierce roar of Longquan.
Intention: See through confusion and find true heart