In her past life, she had stood atop creation.
She ruled over tens of thousands of worlds, her name feared in every realm and recited like scripture. Even the Heavenly Court tread lightly in her shadow.
But there was one wish left unfulfilled—
To kill Su Xiaobai.
Her master. Her father. Her tormentor. Her creator.
The man who raised her.
Who trained her.
Who—by all rights—should have died by her hand.
Yet in the end, he had not.
He had been slain by the Heavenly Law itself, before she could carry out the final strike.
The heavens robbed her of that vengeance.
And now?
Now she had returned to this era—where no one else could kill him.
Not even the heavens.
Only her.
This life was hers to decide.
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Then, her eyes fluttered open.
Her gaze drifted to the far end of the internal space, where a floating spatial ring sat—glimmering with layered seals.
There it was.
The scroll.
