Ashborn Immortal

She was once a shadow in the dust, so cowardly that she was afraid of disturbing others even when she breathed. She allowed others to insult and ridicule her, and she curled up into a humble appearance under the sharp blade of the yin and yang. Until the body explodes and hatred gnaws at the bone marrow. When you open your eyes again, cowardice is burned to ashes, and inferiority is refined into sharpness. Drinking blood with both hands, just to settle old scores - those who stepped on her dignity and laughed at her cowardice will eventually become wronged souls. Those who stand in her way will die, and those who bear her down will die. She crawled out of the mire, hoping to turn all her debts and contempt into bones.