I was born with a Yin constitution so rare that one appears only once in a thousand years. After fifteen years of cultivation, my power was equal to that of an ordinary person who had cultivated for a hundred years.
My childhood sweetheart and senior fellow disciple, Liu Mohan, had always treated me well. We were deeply in love, and our feelings for each other ran strong.
On my sixteenth birthday, the night of my wedding to Liu Mohan, he drugged me with Drunken Immortal Powder, then cut open my abdomen and brutally ripped out my core using the crudest, most primitive method. He slaughtered all fourteen members of my family, including my parents and relatives, then threw my corpse into a mass grave with theirs.
My soul drifted out of my body. My regret and hatred coalesced into something tangible, and all of it burrowed into my soul.
