Shen Pianfei was born with a spiritual womb, the foremost sword cultivator of the immortal mountain and the peak of martial arts. Her cultivation had never been troubled by inner demons. But when she awoke from a dream one day, she discovered that there was no longer a single normal “person” by her side.
Her elder brother had turned into a white “feather,” and her two personal disciples into red “feathers.” The other disciples and elders, meanwhile... had become shapeless lumps of flesh.
The world was empty and distorted, and people had gone mad like ghosts. She could no longer tell reality from dreams. In this world called “reality,” she had become more fragile than an ordinary mortal.
Monsters came at her one after another, while the eye of the abyss watched her without relenting.
In her panic, she stumbled about, desperate to escape. But in the hellish road ahead, a pale hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her ankle.
Shen Pianfei fell awkwardly to the ground. Seeing the ghost behind her about to devour her, she cried out at the top of her lungs, driven by the will to survive.
Then came a clear chime. A rainbow flashed for an instant, and all the demons scattered.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw something unusual in this bizarre world
A beautiful
black cat.
Reader's guide and content warnings:
One-on-one romance, both leads are each other's only partners
A real male ghost × an aloof beauty
The female lead has a mental illness
[Lovecraftian horror with mild scares; read with caution if that's not your thing]
[This is a story I really love, but the blurb can't convey much more]
[Idea reserved 2025.6.26]
Theme: “When the false is taken for true, even the true becomes false.”
