For Wu Xin, her life was nearing its end at this moment.
She had been a demon for many years; she hadn't kept specific track of her age, but it had been a very long stretch of time. At the very least, it had been five thousand years.
Emerging from a desolate and ruined graveyard without knowledge of her origins, she stepped into the mortal world, saw much deceit and treachery, grew accustomed to the malevolence of human hearts, and gradually awakened to her own power.
She was different from other members of the Demon Race; she was not a descendant of a union between ancient demons and humans. As she regained her power, she acquired the strength of a Great Demon, while the others remained lesser demons.
But Wu Xin still felt that this was not her limit; she was missing something important, and over the years, she had been in pursuit of what she had lost.
