Goddess Above, the Stunning Saint Lord Spoils Me Rotten

A thousand years ago, she gave up her soul to save him, vanishing without a trace.

When she opened her eyes again, she was killing zombies and cultivating supernatural powers. She was the master of the Shura Star, commanding thousands of subordinates, and the legitimate daughter of the Prince of Zhen Guo of the Mu Dynasty on the Yinzou Continent, where she had been murdered. Her soul was drawn there, and their consciousnesses merged into one.

She never expected that a moment's carelessness would make her collide with a stunningly handsome man. A gift from the heavens, and after it was over, she said, "I'll make it up to you."

He was the Holy Nether Emperor, mysterious and possessed of boundless spiritual power. As the master of the Holy Nether Palace, he could destroy the world with a flip of his hand, yet lived alone in the highest realm.

Who had disrupted his plans to ascend? Seething with murderous intent, he declared, "Find that woman. I want to kill her with my own hands!"

She knew better than to provoke him, so she ran fast. She cultivated spiritual power and wielded supernatural abilities. Even the supreme immortal herb recognized her as its master. Who in the world could she fear? She trampled scoundrels, slaughtered her way through all opposition, and repaid every wrong. Her heaven-defying bloodline awakened, her three lives became one, and her true origins were revealed. The realms of gods, demons, and the underworld all bowed before her.

The stunning Holy Lord wrapped an arm around the little beauty in front of him. "Chen'er, when will you marry me? What would you like to eat, Chen'er? I'll cook it for you." "Chen'er, you must be tired. Let me rub your shoulders."

Everyone stared in disbelief. Was this what the Holy Lord meant when he said he would kill her with his own hands?