Shang Zhou was originally the regent of the previous dynasty. He held the power of heaven and dominated the princes with his beauty. He had four beauties at his knees who spoke warmly and softly every day.
She thought she would have no regrets in her life.
Until the emperor set up a conspiracy because of his fifth beloved husband.
——She is dead.
When he opened his eyes again, Shang Zhou became a little handyman whose spiritual roots were cut off and couldn't even hold a sword. He was trapped in the Lingxu Continent where demons were rampant.
Here we don't recognize imperial power, we don't believe in fate, we only talk about cultivation, killing, and sincere obsession under the soul lamp.
She started all over again, carrying a broken sword to slay demons and refine spirits while tracking down the plot that had long been lurking behind the "travel".
Until she met that girl——
Silent and cold, he holds a sword like snow and kills monsters with ruthlessness.
"What's your name?"
"Lishu."
She remembered that there was a lamp in her old dream. The person standing under the lamp was not a king, not a god, not a sweetheart, but this calm and calm face.
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