In the magnificent and opulent Dragon Courtyard of the Đế Nguyệt Imperial Palace, a circle engulfed in flames was surrounded by numerous corpses. Within the sea of fire of the formation designed to suppress evil spirits, a red figure struggled, its screams echoing piteously. Outside, figures in white robes, stark against the night, were doing their utmost to suppress the formation.
An old man stood suspended in mid-air, calmly observing the figure in the sea of fire. He opened his mouth:
"This demoness Mo Yue once cultivated in the Burial Mound Wasteland, absorbing much demonic energy. She must be killed to prevent future calamity."
That person was, of course, Mo Yue, the legitimate daughter of the Mo clan, and also the deposed empress.
Before the palace hall, many people stood watching. Among them was a man in the emperor's brocade robes, holding a woman as beautiful as a heavenly immortal. That person was none other than Mo Yue's husband, Emperor Tian Ye of the Đế Nguyệt Empire, who was currently embracing Mo Yue's illegitimate younger sister, Mo Lian, the newly appointed empress.
Tian Ye coldly spoke to the white-robed old man in mid-air:
"Cultivating the evil path is a heinous crime. Elder Lan, proceed without mercy."
Mo Yue heard this and stopped struggling. The heat of the flames was scorching her flesh. Suddenly, she burst into maniacal laughter, shouting wildly:
"Tian Ye, I was a fool! I trusted you, I helped you ascend to the throne, and in the end, I must pay such a heavy price!!!"
He sneered:
"As empress, you cultivated what you shouldn't have, and you misunderstood your sister and me. Your crimes deserve death ten thousand times over."
"Misunderstood? Where is the misunderstanding? She is clearly in the wrong!!!"
She seemed to want to break out of the formation but was immediately engulfed by the flames.
Mo Lian felt contempt inwardly, but outwardly, tears streamed down her face:
"Tian Ye, please stop! That's my sister!!!"
Tian Ye was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened as he looked at Mo Lian:
"You're still defending her? You're too kind-hearted!"
Kind-hearted??? Mo Lian???
Mo Yue's eyes widened. She was kind-hearted.
Kind-hearted enough to scheme her way into her sister's husband's bed?
Kind-hearted enough to scheme to throw her own sister into the Burial Mound Wasteland?
Kind-hearted enough to turn everyone against her?
Kind-hearted enough to even poison the Empress Dowager, who had always stood by her and protected her?
And that person also died because of her!
Was that kindness????????
And her childhood sweetheart, the Ninth Prince Tian Chiyan, also met his end in the Poison Demon Valley, a place shrouded only in poison, all because of her.
Thinking of Tian Chiyan, her heart twisted in pain once more. He had clearly loved her so much, only to die a tormented death by poison because of her.
She hated that she couldn't save him that day. She hated herself for being so heartless.
Tian Ye sneered:
"Elder Lan will scatter your soul and annihilate your spirit. Let me tell you something, shall I? You will forever be nothing more than a stepping stone for me!"
Each word weighed heavily on her heart. Suddenly, a stream of blood tears appeared at the corner of her eye, dark red and desolate.
Unresigned, she was unwilling to die like this. She wanted to live, she wanted revenge. She also wanted to atone for her mistakes towards Tian Chiyan. She screamed, her cries filled with rage, indignation, sorrow, and hatred:
"Just give me a chance, and I will transform into a vengeful ghost, never forgiving any of you, forever making your lives worse than death!"
Her body erupted, exploding until not even a single fragment remained, turning into ashes.
Her desire for revenge surged. A flame erupted from it.
I, Mo Yue, once again, driven by hatred and for that person, implored the heavens to bring her back to life...
In the next life, Tian Chiyan... I will do everything for you, to make amends for you....
REBORN FROM THE ASHES!