Recovering from Mortal Roots

In the ancient era, when a vision came from the sky, she was born with ten thousand feet of rays of light, and became the brightest pearl of the Immortal Sect that lasted for thousands of years. Little Yunxi, who has a natural spiritual root, grew up under the care of her teachers and the pampering of her brothers and sisters, until the catastrophe that destroyed the fairy world came. On the day the sect-protecting formation was shattered, the white jade steps were dyed red with blood. The sect that once looked down upon the Nine Heavens was overthrown, and all the masters fell. She and her brothers and sisters had their spiritual roots crushed by their own hands and fell from the clouds into the mortal world. In order to avoid being hunted, they concealed their names and were forced to marry mortals. The eldest brother, who was once stunningly talented, gradually became depressed under the blow of having his spiritual roots destroyed, and finally died of vomiting blood on a rainy night. Yun Xi's mortal years were filled with bitterness. Her husband died young and left behind a group of young children. She carried the livelihood alone, spending countless late nights sewing clothes and silently memorizing the recipe for the elixir. Under the protection of her tribe, she silently endured the bullying from the gangsters in the market and the looks of contempt from her neighbors. The most painful thing is watching the face in the mirror getting older and feeling the incomplete spiritual roots in my body like a candle that is about to go out. Until the eldest son showed his amazing talent and was about to reopen the fairy gate - hope was shattered before his eyes again. An attack by unknown forces brought everything to a halt. But this time, Yun Xi did not fall. She boiled all her grief and anger into lamp oil and lit it up night after night on the long road of raising future generations. When wrinkles filled the corners of her eyes, when her black hair turned into white snow, finally on an ordinary morning, a light suddenly appeared in her grandson's palm - the dazzling brilliance she had been waiting for her whole life. When the old hand gently caressed the child's head, tears that had been delayed for a hundred years fell from her cloudy eyes. On the day when the Immortal Sect was reopened, the road to the sect's revival was finally lit up again at this moment.