The age of 7 was the beginning of everything. In a confused dream, my mother was killed by a demon, warm blood splashed on her face, and the seeds were buried in my heart. Ye Lingyu was taken to Xuanyin Mountain by his master and practiced in it.
But the mystery about her has never been truly solved. The butterfly hair pendant in her hair, the blood-stained jade pendant under the moonlit night, and the ghost figure...
Life seemed to have entered an alley. In less than a hundred years, she witnessed the end of the army of her beloved master, the death of her beloved who had worked together to eliminate demons, the death of her senior brother who had been with her for decades, and the transformation of her quiet and reserved junior sister... Her own understanding of the Tao was deviated, she accidentally killed innocent people, faced the wall for a hundred years, entered reincarnation with her own body, and experienced all kinds of hardships in the world.
Tao, monks are born pursuing the Tao, and they die by falling into the Tao.
Ye Lingyu will hold the sword in her hand tightly, no longer as confused as the child on the moonlit night, but with firm steps to realize her own path.
Purpose: Growth is not always smooth sailing