Everyone knows that Jiang Jinyue, the leader of the Taixu Sect, is a once-in-a-century waste in the world of immortality.
He was born with an impeccable Taoist body but had not built a foundation for twenty years. On the day the engagement was annulled, his fiancé hugged the holy girl of the Hehuan Sect and sneered: "A person who can't even lift a sword is worthy of talking about ascension?"
But no one knows——
She knelt on the bone-eroding cliff every night and dug out her spiritual roots in order to suppress the restless soul of the ancient demon ancestor in the sea of consciousness;
She broke the natal sword with her own hands because the sword spirit had already been split into pieces by the Nine-Level Thunder Tribulation, and each piece was engraved with the truth of the battle between immortals and demons three hundred years ago;
And beneath her body that was diseased and broken, beat the heart of an ancient war god who had slaughtered all the demon cultivators in thirty-six continents, but was eventually killed by the eight sects in the Fallen Immortal Platform.
That day, the Demon Ancestor broke through the seal, and hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers pressed into the realm.
The former Taoist companion of the Immortal Lord who once abandoned her like a pair of worn-out shoes blew up his soul, just to seek a chance for Xin Huan to survive; the master who expelled her from the sect cut open her Dantian, but saw his own soul lamp and blood oath deep in her spiritual platform.
Jiang Jinyue chuckled in the raging fire of karma, letting the magic lines climb up her neck: "Master, do you know that the celebratory wine you drank three hundred years ago... Buried the eyes of the Immortal Killing Formation?"
When the World-Destroying Blood Moon hung high in the sky, there was the sound of chains breaking from the sky.
Three thousand black hairs turned into snow, and the girl stepped barefoot on the corpses of hundreds of immortal families. The shadow of the Demon Ancestor behind her condensed into reality. The black iron heavy sword provoked the cold god who once gouged out her immortal bones for the sake of living: "Emperor, when you used my ribs to forge the Demon Suppression Tower, did you ever think that what was locked at the bottom of the tower was half of your own heart?"
Later history books recorded: On that day, the fallen immortal returned from the netherworld, holding the soul flag in his left hand and holding the mountains and seas in his right hand.
But she just lowered her eyes and rubbed the broken sword spike in her arms, letting the catastrophe of heaven and earth disappear into ashes behind her.
[All living beings have betrayed me, but they want me to sacrifice themselves for the sake of all living beings?
Then let these three thousand mortals go to chaos with me.
(Crazy critic beauty
Intention: Two-way redemption