Somewhere in the universe, in a certain star system.
On a planet occupied by Abominations of Abundance.
A white-haired woman froze hundreds of half-human, half-snake Evil Creatures with a single sword strike.
They were a branch of the Abundance Folk: the Vidyadhara.
"Evil Creatures, all deserve to die."
The woman's pupils were blood-red, as if filled with blood.
The sword in her hand was an ice sword condensed from pure energy.
Her name is Jingliu, and she is a wandering swordmaster.
"Just as I said, killing these small-fry of Abundance is completely useless."
"The speed at which the Xianzhou Alliance suppresses the Abominations of Abundance is far slower than the speed at which the Aeon creates the Abundance Folk."
Another blonde man, who had been hiding far away, only walked over when he saw the battle was finished.
He carried a coffin on his back and wore the white uniform of the Missionaries.
"Luocha, do you dream at night of the homeland that was slaughtered by the Abominations of Abundance?"
Jingliu casually tossed the sword in her hand, and it dissolved into ice crystals. Following this, she continued, "As you said, killing the Lord of the Plagues and solving the problem of Abundance at its root is the only solution. But the sword I wield now cannot cleave a star."
"My only hobby now is personally killing my enemies."
Jingliu took out a strip of black cloth and covered her eyes, making it impossible to see any emotion in her gaze.
However, a sense of sorrow and hatred could be detected in her tone.
"In that case, I heard some news while I was trading on the Xianzhou, perhaps you might be interested."
The man named Luocha appeared calm, and his tone showed no discernible ripple.
But it was precisely this calmness that made people feel he was also a man with a past.
"Tell me about it."
Jingliu said indifferently.
Luocha glanced around, found a stone stool, and sat down. "The former General of the Yaoqing Xianzhou, General Yueyu, do you know her?"
"I've read about her in historical records, but I haven't met her."
By the time General Yueyu was active, Jingliu had long since become Mara-Struck, was wanted by the Alliance, and had not returned to the Xianzhou at all.
Only recently did she start reading some Xianzhou history books to see what had happened in the centuries since she left.
Therefore, she knew the name General Yueyu.
The Yaoqing General who sacrificed herself during the Third Abundance Folk War.
Luocha: "The Xianzhou Alliance released an announcement confirming her revival. She has regained her military status. Isn't it absurd that the Xianzhou now has eight Generals?"
Upon hearing this news, Jingliu visibly froze for a moment, then clenched her fists.
Because the word 'revival' was a taboo for her.
Back then, two fools committed the taboo of revival, which is why everything spiraled into an uncontrollable tragedy.
"Is this news reliable?"
Jingliu was very skeptical.
If revival could truly be achieved so perfectly, her life would not have been so miserable.
Luocha: "Of course. Wasn't the purpose of my trade trip to the Xianzhou to gather information?"
Jingliu: "Did some Dragon Lord of the Vidyadhara do this? Have they developed Dragon Transformation Marvelous Method 2.0?"
Luocha: "I don't know about that. The Alliance hasn't released specific information. But the fact that the Xianzhou is willing to accept her, and even allow her to become a General again, suggests there is no harm."
Hearing the four words 'no harm.'
Jingliu's heart trembled again.
"Heh, that person is truly lucky not to have been killed as an Evil Creature."
She seemed to be mocking herself, yet also envious.
Luocha asked, "So? Do you want to go and ask how the revival was done? Maybe your friend—"
"Don't mention her. I will never let Bai Heng suffer this kind of torture again. No one should disturb her peace. She is doing very well now."
Jingliu's tone instantly turned cold, and the surrounding ice crystals thickened by a layer.
It seemed that Bai Heng's name was also a taboo for her.
Back then, two fools used some secret technique of the Vidyadhara, combined with the flesh and blood of an Aeon of Abundance, to revive Bai Heng.
The result was that she was turned into an Abundance Dragon-Abomination, rampaging and killing.
Those two people couldn't even clean up their own mess, leaving her to personally pierce her best friend's skull.
She forcefully stirred the sword inside Bai Heng's brain, destroying her mind, watching the blood gush out as Bai Heng died in agony.
After that, Jingliu became Mara-Struck, killed her compatriots, fled the Xianzhou, became a wanted criminal, and wandered the universe until today.
"Since that is the case, let us stick to the original plan and continue waiting for the opportunity to meet the Marshal."
Seeing Jingliu's resolute reaction, Luocha stopped talking about the revival.
Revival, which others flocked to.
Was treated by Jingliu as a form of torture.
"Understood."
Jingliu said indifferently.
Luocha sighed softly, then rose, preparing to leave: "I will continue my trade trip to the Xianzhou."
"Oh, right. Your Mara-Struck state is only temporarily suppressed. Try your best to restrain your emotions. If your fluctuations are even slightly too large, you will fall into the Mara again. At that point, I won't be able to save you."
"My Abundance is not omnipotent."
Having said that, Luocha left the planet and headed to the nearest Xianzhou to be a merchant.
Jingliu stood in place, watching Luocha leave.
Although her eyes were covered, she could still sense the direction the person went.
"Help me keep an eye on the Luofu. If there is any news about Dan Heng or Blade, tell me immediately."
Jingliu was worried that those two fellows wouldn't behave themselves after hearing the news of the revival.
What if they try another Dragon Transformation Marvelous Method 2.0 and then say, 'I am not Dan Heng, I am Dan Shu'?
She would truly have to start a massacre and leave none alive!
Thinking of this gave Jingliu a headache.
She stayed on this planet specifically to kill Evil Creatures to vent and keep herself in a pleasant mood.
But as soon as she thought of those two fools, her mood soured.
Consequently, Jingliu went and killed thousands of serpent-descendants and occupied their settlement.
She entered the dwelling, preparing to rest.
Snap!
Jingliu froze the door shut with a backhand motion.
Then she lay on the bed, closing her eyes to rest.
Suddenly, a wave of sleepiness washed over her.
In a haze, Jingliu seemed to fall into a dream.
She dreamed of her homeland, the Immortal Vessel of Cangcheng.
She dreamed of her enemy—Jieyuan Luohu—and the mastermind behind it—the Aeon of Abundance.
In the deep, dark void, the ominous star named Luohu wailed and sang, carrying burning mountains and land as it rushed toward everyone.
People screamed in the long streets, struggling and tumbling in the despair of impending doom, allowing golden vines to grow incessantly from their mouths, noses, and orifices.
And she was only eleven years old at the time.
She watched everything happen, unable to move.
Her insides churned like a cauldron, and something violently swelled within her Dantian, like a ripe grain about to break free from its husk, expanding infinitely.
But the mountains rushing toward her made her understand that she was nothing more than a mayfly, about to die with a light pinch from the divine messenger's fingers.
"Who will save me?"
Jingliu muttered an indistinct phrase under her breath.
She then fell into a deep sleep.
Entering an unselectable state of Mysteriousness.