I, the Demon Lord, Was Reborn and Clung to My Nemesis

Pierced through the heart by the sword of the greatest sword immortal of the age, who wielded the laws of heaven and carried out its punishment, the Black Obsidian Demon Lord, one of the Seven Great Demon Lords, should have perished for good.

But the Demon Lord had always kept an escape route in reserve. Though her body died, her soul survived. By faking her death, she sent her demonic soul back three hundred years.

When she opened her eyes again, the Demon Lord found herself reborn in the body of an ordinary young woman named Lin Zhimo. Her world-destroying cultivation had vanished without a trace, and now she couldn't even hurt a fly.

But so what? Her will remained unbroken, and she still had her memories. Returning to the peak was only a matter of time! Just as she was enthusiastically planning her future, she discovered something that left her stunned...

The sworn enemy who would one day send her to her grave with a single sword strike was standing right in front of her, looking like a naive, inexperienced boy.

The Demon Lord stared at her future nemesis, and a sudden idea came to her.

"He's the future Sword Immortal of Heaven's Laws, the chosen one, destined to have countless opportunities and smooth sailing..."

"So why don't I... cling to this future powerhouse before he rises to prominence?"

From then on, the Demon Lord diligently played the roles of "caring senior sister" and "destiny's support," riding the chosen one's good fortune to grow stronger at a rapid pace while doing her best to raise the future Sword Immortal into someone who posed no threat to her.

Until the clouds of war between immortals and demons gathered once more, and the struggle over Heaven's Laws began anew.

The former Black Obsidian Demon Lord, now Senior Sister Lin, stood at the crossroads of fate and looked at the Sword Immortal beside her. He had grown into a towering tree, yet still trusted her without a hint of suspicion.

She slowly drew the demonic sword she had nurtured in her embrace for centuries, her smile radiant. "All right, it's time for your senior sister to teach you one last lesson."