by Alanqin
Mirae died a dog of the righteous sects. Loyal. Obedient. Disposable. They called her “Saintess” while they drank her blood to fuel their breakthroughs. Then they threw her to the Abyssal Wyrm when she learned too much. But death rejected her. She wakes in her 16-year-old body, 7 years before the betrayal. The Heaven-Devouring Scripture — a demonic art that consumes other cultivators’ cores — hums in her meridians. The Seven Sects still rule the world. Her enemies are still saints in the eyes of heaven. And her execution date is still marked in the stars. This time, she won’t kneel. This time, she cultivates for vengeance. Realm by realm. Sect by sect. Name by name. She’ll teach them what a real demon looks like.
