The courtyard lay serene, a gentle breeze brushing her face.
Fragrant grasses bowed, and insects chirped as they always had.
Beneath the sunlight.
Ming Yueye propped up her jade-white chin and leaned over the stone table in the pavilion, lost in thought.
Her figure was slender and delicate, her outer robe sumptuous. Her face was as beautiful as a jade sculpture, and a jade flute hung at her waist. An air of poetry and learning came naturally to her.
In the memories of her previous life, this had been a Golden Age.
Under the rules laid down by the Dao Ancestor, Immortal Lords had patrolled the world with swords in hand.
The path of the War Immortal had spread to cultivators throughout the Golden Age.
In this vast, surging era, things had been more brutal than before, and competition had been incomparably fierce.
Yet those who rose above the rest could swiftly become mighty figures in the Immortal Realm, their names resounding throughout All Heavens.
In the Immortal Realm of her previous life, including the Pure Yang Dao Physique that had unexpectedly awakened in the Luofu Immortal Sect, nine supreme prodigies had contended upon the Great Dao, battling to the death.
They had been like nine rising morning suns, vying to radiate the brilliance of kings among prodigies.
Throughout their cultivation journeys, they had fought one another without cease.
From cultivation speed and realm to killing arts, fighting spirit, formations, and every other aspect, they had displayed tremendous talent for cultivation.
Even with their peerless gifts, they had not dared slacken for a single moment!
The destiny of becoming a War Immortal had been made known to this generation of cultivators from the very beginning.
To slacken was to die.
To Ming Yueye, this seemed entirely reasonable.
In her previous