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She may fall into hell, but she will never surrender to the gods. When she opened her eyes in the cycle of life. . . Xuan Qianmo is known to everyone as a good-for-nothing, a fool, and an ugly monster. The most important thing is that she has ominous blood on her body and a strange devil totem on the left side of her face. She is called a cursed witch by the world. "Demon girl? Haha, so what?" She looked back and smiled, with unparalleled grace. Who knows how stunningly beautiful the ugly appearance is, who knows how dazzling the waste material was at the beginning. When memories from thousands of years ago are resurrected, and when the mysterious curse on the face is cracked. Her body was already filled with light. Enter the demon world and go to the ghost palace. Go to the realm of gods and break the sky. Look at the amazing talent and beauty of this little girl, and how domineering she is. ***The bloody lotus created her elegance, and her red robe was dazzling. She stepped on the lotus step by step on the white jade stone steps, with a cold face without any care. After three lifetimes of love and three lifetimes of tribulations, she cut off the thread of love and became the king of the gods without seven emotions and six desires. . . And he would give up everything for her, fall into darkness and become a demon forever for her. Her dark eyes were like abyss, and the jade-like cheeks were cold and condensed, but they were finally broken by a tear. . . *** "Mingchenye, if one day, I forget you... Just think of me as dead." "Fool, no matter where you go, even to hell, I will chase you back." *** Forgive me for being frivolous all my life, so what's the point of being cool and unrestrained for once?

Six major galaxies, the art of cultivating immortals, super armors, and mutated giant beasts, Chen Xing, who is only seven years old, must carve his own path of no return in this universe.

The peaceful world has become no longer ordinary with the arrival of the girl. Do you still remember the vows we made under the tree... Everyone has their own story, including the joy of gain and the sadness of loss. Over the years, I just want to find you, watch the flowers bloom under the trees with you, and grow old together holding hands.