The Three Realms Beg Me to Shed a Tear, and You Call Me a Good-for-Nothing Junior Sister?

He Yu had once been the undisputed strongest cultivator in the entire cultivation world, a peerless genius who was the only person in five hundred years to knock on the gates of the Divine Realm. Who could have guessed that a secret-realm trial would become her final journey? She went mad from cultivation deviation, became crazed for blood, and eventually took a sword through the heart, her soul scattered to the winds. When she opened her eyes again, she was astonished to find herself the pampered darling of the Demon Sect. Even more absurdly, she had become the famous good-for-nothing junior sister of the entire sect! Worst of all, the Three Realms were gradually shifting into a world she no longer recognized. Her fellow disciples searched everywhere for rare treasures and piled up cultivation resources for her, wishing they could meditate and train in her place. Her aloof, otherworldly master from her previous life defied heaven and endured divine punishment, using his own life essence to forge a soul tower and protect her wisp of a soul. Her junior fellow disciple, once her lifelong nemesis, willingly bargained with a demon god, trading half his cultivation to give her a second life. The demon king, sealed away for a thousand years, abandoned his old icy reserve. Every day, he took his true form and carefully curled his dragon tail around her, as if afraid she might shatter at a touch. Even the arrogant heir to the neighboring immortal sect came before her with the jade pendant she had casually discarded years ago, kneeling and begging for her forgiveness. He Yu calmly straightened her sleeves and looked at the crowd packed in front of her. With a resigned cough, she said, “Make way, everyone. You’re blocking my path to ascension.”