When I crawled out of the Abyss of the Demon Realm, it was the day the Immortal and Demon clans signed their peace accord. The Demon Lord, whom I’d saved with my heart’s blood, was laughing and chatting with my senior sister as he held our young child’s hand. To show his sincerity, he voluntarily handed me, a traitor, over to the cultivation world. “If you can return from there, I’ll still acknowledge you as my Demon Queen!” The son I’d risked every last bit of my cultivation to give birth to glared at me with disdain. “I don’t have a useless mother like you. Sister Wanyue is the only one worthy of being called the Demon Queen!” My heart shattered. After enduring my punishment, I resolutely joined the Buddhist sect and left the Three Realms behind. For the next three years, the Demon Lord and our son waited for me at the foot of the mountain every day. I never went to see them.
