The Saint in the Upper Realm Stopped Acting and Came to the Lower Realm to Work as a Handyman.

The life of Ye Xinghuan, the next-generation saint chosen by the Sacred Bell of Stars after completing her elixir formation at the age of two hundred, should have been the most dazzling legend in the upper world. Until she fell in love with a mortal monk. Ignoring the sect's laws, she used the accompanying spiritual creature to forcibly tear open the barrier between the two realms, and fell from the clouds into the quagmire. Her Dantian was sealed, her cultivation was ruined, and the proud daughter of heaven was reduced to the humblest servant in the lower world. She chopped firewood, carried water, and washed clothes for ten years. In the third month, she felt ridiculous. The first year, she regretted it. In the third year, she resigned to her fate. In the tenth year, she had become accustomed to her hands being covered with calluses and the dirt that could never be washed away. She was accustomed to being shouted at and walked around with her head bowed. She thought she would just die of old age in the mortal world. It wasn't until early that morning that the people from Xinghai Holy Land finally came. She turned around and ran away - only to find that a mortal body could not escape the clutches of her old friend.