The tumultuous years have splintered, fate spins around in reincarnation; her life was muddled, tirelessly advancing, like a rootless weed, floating in the world.
She stands alone, without roots.
The heavens rain down blessings, yet it doesn't reach her, and she arrives in this era.
In this chaotic world, holding the Commander's Seal, facing the God.
No one desires survival more than Wen Yuqing, but she is well aware that only those with power have the right to make such a claim.
At this moment, she is exceedingly calm, with no ripples in her heart.
At this moment, she gazes at the God, standing with her hands behind her back, her long dress swaying, her hair dancing, rendering her strikingly ethereal and peerless in this silent Dead Sea.
A flawless visage stirs gentle ripples.
That is a smile.
Elegaunt yet graceful, magnificent yet noble.
As if she is the true God, overlooking the world ahead.
Peng!
The second Commander's Seal is thrown by her.
