Ela voltou do inferno, e todo o mundo de cultivo entrou em pânico.

Look closely, everyone! The girl plummeting off the cliff before your eyes is named Zhao Yan.

Her soul had drifted through the world for over a century, and she had expected it to slowly dissipate into nothingness. Little did she expect to be reborn into the body of a girl named Yun Zhao Yan.

Of course, that is not the most important thing! What matters is that she is currently in a rapid freefall, and she possesses not a shred of spiritual power.

"Ahhhhh!"

Is she really going to fall to her death the moment she is reborn?

Zhao Yan squeezed her eyes shut in despair. With a loud thud, the impact she expected never came. She opened her eyes, bolted upright, and let out a hearty laugh. "Hahahaha! Heaven has not forsaken me! I, Zhao Yan, have survived."

"You are going to die... right now!"

An icy, merciless voice emanated from beneath her. Zhao Yan trembled, struck by the murderous tone, and looked down to find a young man pinned beneath her. Having already been gravely wounded, the impact of her landing had only worsened his internal injuries.

The man’s breathing was ragged. His black robes were stained with blood, and his face, streaked with gore and framed by disheveled hair, suggested he had recently survived a life-or-death struggle. Yet, even in such a disheveled state, his sharp, refined features remained striking. A palpable, invisible pressure radiated from him, and his starry eyes—cold and sharp as an Asura from the depths of hell—stared at Zhao Yan with chilling intent.

Danger. Dan