Before she was seventeen, Master was Leng Yan’s everything.
She still remembered their first meeting at the age of seven: a person stood alone in a sea of blood, his white robe purer than snow, his demeanor magnificent and elegant like jade. The god-like person reached out his hand to her: “Master will take you home.”
On her seventeenth birthday, her god personally sliced open her spiritual core, extracted her Nascent Soul, and cut it into pieces, slice by slice. Only then did she realize that from beginning to end, she was merely someone else’s stand-in and vessel.
Leng Yan should have had her soul scattered, but by a strange twist of fate, a wisp of her remaining soul was retained, confined to the spot. She watched as her body was occupied by another person, watched them share their love for a hundred years, until hatred forged itself into a new soul. —————————————————— Everyone said that the greatest grand cultivator of the present age, Godly Monarch Xuanyuan, and his Junior Sister were childhood sweethearts and destined lovers from past lives, a divine couple envied by the entire cultivation world.
Only he himself knew that there was a cinnabar-colored mole of tears on his heart.
He thought her soul had been utterly scattered, leaving only the desolate mountains and old dreams, tormenting him night after night.
Until three hundred years later, a person suddenly emerged in the cultivation world, a single brilliant move of hers dominating the four seas, a three-foot green blade sweeping across the six directions.
The little girl who once only silently endured pain and cried without a sound finally stepped over blood and bones to stand before him, her sword pointed at his throat: “I’m back.”
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