You are the Way of Heaven, and I am but a thief. Our first meeting on that fateful day marked the moment I resolved to steal the will of the world for you. Be my wife, become the lady of a thief.
Fairy Star was an enormous celestial body for spiritual cultivation, its landmass uncannily resembling a graceful maiden in dance, hence the name Fairy Star.
After hundreds of thousands of years, the land had shifted, and Fairy Star now looked more like a burly man—though none of the cultivators dwelling within the planet were aware of this transformation.
In the Nameless District of the Left-Hand Region on the Fairy Continent, a disfigured woman was being dragged by three sinister, shadow-clad cultivators into a chaotic burial ground. One burly middle-aged man pinned her by the throat atop a mound of earth. No matter how she struggled, she was powerless—the difference in strength was simply too great.
The man clutching her throat turned to a youth holding a skull. "Are you sure this woman's physique is extraordinary?" he asked.
The young man nodded, the skull in his hand floating as green ghostfire flickered in its eye sockets. "No mistake. This is a treasure I acquired from a Golden Core cultivator’s cave mansion. It cost the lives of thirty-six pairs of virgin boys and girls to consecrate it. Since it directed us to this woman, her constitution is certainly unusual."
"Ha! Excellent. Even though her face is ruined, her figure is first-rate. Even if she has no special constitution, it doesn't matter. At worst, I'll refine her into a corpse puppet and fit her with a new head."
High above, an invisible, intangible will streaked toward them at tremendous speed. In its wake, another terrifying