Biyun

Demons and monsters, immortals and Buddhas, gods and sages.

O girl who transmigrated to another world, your future is uncertain.

An ordinary, naive woman transmigrates to a world of immortal cultivation, and overnight, heaven and earth are transformed.

She becomes a child, her family is poor, and her spiritual roots are poor too. She can put up with all that, but what's the deal with this adoptive older brother? He's peerlessly handsome and inscrutable. Could he be hiding some unspeakable secret?

Within the Three Heavens, the Changdi flower blooms once more after five hundred years, and the Demon Lord appears. She comes across the disembodied soul of a man who's left his body. They depend on each other for seven years. Is it gratitude, or is she being used?

The Demon King, the Demon Lord, the young master... Who is real and who is false? Who is righteous and who is evil?

Cultivators all aim to ascend to Auspicious Heaven. If one day taking my life were the only way to open the passage to Auspicious Heaven, would you kill me or not?

The carriage rattles, and the robes are green as young reeds. How could I not think of you? I'm only afraid to dare... She hummed softly as tears rolled down, unaware of them. She vaguely recalled how surprised he had been when she sang that song to him, yet he had never asked about the next line, and she had forgotten to tell him. The ending was really: “In life, we dwell in separate homes; in death, we share one grave. If you don't believe me, let the bright sun bear witness!”

“In life, we dwell in different homes,

In death, we'll lie in the same grave.

If you still don't believe me,

The sun above will bear witness!”

So it wasn't that you didn't believe me. You simply didn't care.

I came from beyond the Three Realms. In the end, I have just one wish: let me return to where I came from, through life after life, tracing the cycle of reincarnation back to its source. I don't want to see you again.