Immortal Lord, You Don't Want to Fail in Your Tribulation, Right?

On the eve of the tribulation, Xie Wuwu, the immortal king, held my hand with tears in his eyes: "When I come back, I will definitely live up to you." I took out the image stone with my backhand: "Immortal Lord, you don't want to fail in the tribulation, right?" He ascended, and I died—easily obliterated by a thought from above. When I opened my eyes again, I became the daughter of a poor family in the lower world who was about to be sold. My spiritual roots were incomplete and my meridians were stagnant. But the glimmer of divine power hovering in my heart, and the abnormal shape of the immortal bones burning in my spine, all reminded me: this rebirth is not simple. On one side, the mortal world is struggling and Mi Liang plots; on the other side, the shadow of the immortal king from the upper world is chasing after him like a gleam on his back. Xie Wuwang, do you think I am still the Nascent Soul female cultivator who is at your mercy? When I use this immortal bone of unknown origin to reach the sky again—— Fairy Lord, guess whose turn it is this time, you don't want whom to "fail"?