"Mi-ling—"
The heavenly chant was unlike its usual innocent, pure, and romantic self. Instead, it was filled with unconcealable pain, sounding almost like a wail of grief and leaving listeners both enchanted and heartbroken.
At that moment, Xiao Hai'er felt as though her entire body had been filled with magma, causing pain to course through every inch of her.
Calling it a transformation would make it sound too violent; calling it a complete rebirth would make it sound too torturous. The pain drove Xiao Hai'er to let out one anguished moan after another, tears dampening her cheeks and making her look especially pitiful.
The little girl truly felt that her life was a tragedy.
Ever since she was born, she had never enjoyed a single good day. It seemed that she had always been suffering pain and enduring torment like this.
She did not know how she had come into this world. She only knew that when she was born, still a newborn who understood nothing, everything in this world had seemed incompatible with her.
Every human she had encountered had either intended to subjugate her or capture her the moment they saw her.
Although she did not know why her kind inexplicably feared her, they were cruel toward other life-forms—bloodthirsty and terrifying, completely unlike her.
It was not that Xiao Hai'er had never tried living with other Phantom Demons, nor was it that she had never banded together with them. But the result was always the same: their cruelty and bloodlust frightened her so badly that she could not help fleeing.
And so, from the moment she was born, Xiao Hai'er had wandered alone. She was either struggling to survive or fleeing from others who were hunting and pursuing her.
Xiao Hai'er herself did not know how long she