Tens of thousands of years ago, there was a Kunlun Mountain in this world.

Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all year round. On the top of the mountain where clouds are floating, on the edge of the cliff, there is a Kunlun immortal tree.

Wars broke out everywhere and demons were rampant.

Even though the humans and demons united together, they were unable to drive the demons out of the country.

Countless talented people and righteous men in the human world were captured or killed by the demons.

When people were despairing, a woman named Nian walked down from Kunlun Mountain.

With his own strength, he defeated all the demons, sealed them in the demon world, and set up barriers between the human and demon worlds, giving the human race a chance to recuperate.

People worship her as a deity and call her the "Goddess of Ancient Trees."

But after that, no one saw the woman again.

What people don’t know is that Nian did not die in battle or retire from the world, but became the so-called Heaven’s Way.

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Thoughts have been the way of heaven for tens of thousands of years.

There are not many real objects in the sky, just a few scattered around, some shaded by green trees, some isolated rockery, and some palaces and platforms.

It looks monotonous, but it has a unique charm.

Time is long, and one should have long forgotten the love, hate, anger, and stupidity of mortals, and become indifferent and heartless. However, Ke Nian felt that it was very uncomfortable to stay alone in heaven for a long time.

After staying here for tens of thousands of years, he got bored and decided to go down to earth to capture a few kids to play with, no, to take in a few apprentices to take over.

Before leaving, she transformed a part of her divine power into an avatar to manage important matters in the human world for her.

Nian asked, "What do you want to be called?"

The clone was surprised and at a loss, "Can I... can I decide for myself?"

Nian smiled gently: "Why not?"

The clone grabbed the hem of her skirt, feeling a little embarrassed, "I, I want to call you Tang Murou, is that ok?"

"Okay." Nian smiled, touched her head, and went down to the mortal world.

She took a human name - Jiang Niannian.

But she didn't expect that her compassion would bring great disaster to the three realms.

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As soon as Jiang Niannian came down to earth, she arrived at a battlefield.

The battle had just ended, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, resentment was everywhere, and snow was falling in June.

There was not a single living creature on the entire battlefield, except for a teenage boy.

He was wearing a tattered singlet, his face was pale and he was skinny, but his appearance was good, his facial features were soft and somewhat seductive.

What made Jiang Niannian remember him at first sight was that he had a pair of blood-red eyes.

The most yin and evil thing.

Full of death.

The young man was struggling to crawl out from the pile of dead bodies. He sat for a while, panting, then dragged another corpse to a remote corner where he could hide from the snow. He curled up on the ground and blew on his frozen red hands.

Jiang Niannian was wondering if the corpse was his relative or friend, otherwise why would the young man take him with him when he was so weak.

However, the next second, the young man bent down, bit the dead man's body, tore off a piece of meat, chewed it dryly, and then swallowed it.

There were footsteps behind him. The young man was startled. He turned his head suddenly and looked over there fiercely, but he was suddenly stunned.

He had never seen anyone so beautiful.

In the twilight, the man was dressed in white, even his awning was white, but he was holding a red oil-paper umbrella.

With just one glance, when the young man realized what was happening, he found that his heartbeat was accelerating, his palms were sweating, and even his breathing slowed down involuntarily, "Is it a god..."

Jiang Niannian's attention was not on the boy's reaction. She just looked at the blood on his hands and mouth, frowned slightly and said, "How can you eat people, little kid?"

The young man came back to his senses, looked at his tattered clothes and blood-stained hands, and laughed coldly at himself: "Besides the dead, is there anything else around here that can fill my stomach?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head again, and even his voice was low: "If I don't eat, how can I survive..."

Jiang Niannian felt pity and thought about accepting the child as her apprentice.

He is filled with resentment, cold-blooded and gloomy.

If he goes astray in the future, given his character, he might bring trouble to the world.

It would be better to keep the child by your side and educate him carefully, which would also eliminate a hidden danger.

Thinking of this, Jiang Niannian asked, "Why don't you follow me from now on and call me Master? I won't let you starve to death, okay?"

Without even looking up, the young man tore off another piece of meat and chewed it, saying, "What do you want from me?"

Jiang Niannian shook off the snow that was lightly covering her umbrella, then walked over and held the umbrella over his head. She squatted down and smiled softly, "I want to raise you to be plump and white, and make you happy every day. Does that count?"

She is the best at coaxing children.

The boy stared at her for a long time with his red, lifeless eyes, and tentatively shouted, "You..."

"Um?"

The young man's red eyes turned cold, he lowered his eyelashes and said, "Your robe is so beautiful, as white as snow, I have never seen such beautiful clothes..."

As he spoke, he picked up Jiang Niannian's snow-white robe with his blood-stained hands.

He had met some immortal cultivators before, so he knew that robes were very precious to them and they would be heartbroken if they were slightly damaged.

He did it on purpose.

The person in front of me is too clean, and he is too dirty.

He clearly understood his own twisted, sick, and inferior heart. He wanted to touch her and dirty her.

But if he does this, she will be angry.

She would definitely be unable to resist and abandon him.

He knew that no one liked him and he never trusted anyone.

He put down the blood-stained robe and said in a panic, "I have soiled your clothes."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Niannians didn't care about the dirty clothes at all, and just said casually: "It's okay, if you like it, I will buy it for you often in the future, how about it?"

The young man was stunned and looked at her for a long time.

It lasted so long that Jiang Niannian once suspected that she was about to turn into a mushroom.

The young man smiled with an ambiguous tone: "Master, from now on, I'll ask you to take good care of me."

There were a few drops of blood on his evil face, which looked shocking against his pale skin.

"No problem." Jiang Niannian said with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Me." The young man hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashing with a complex light that she couldn't understand, but he looked less dead. He said, "My name is Yin Li."