Lightning fell, the heavens roared, and Eon burned to ashes beneath the tribulation’s wrath. A thousand years of cultivation, endless nights refining elixirs, a path paved with blood and determination—only to end in failure.
Yet fate was not done with her.
When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer the rising immortal of the cultivation world but the long-lost true heiress of the wealthy Ravencroft family in the modern era. Gone were the celestial mountains, the ancient sects, the warring clans. In their place—corporate empires, whispered scandals, and a family that barely knew her.
A father filled with guilt: “Sera may not be our blood, but she is still our daughter. The Ravencroft family can afford to raise two girls.”
Eon: Not related by blood? Perfect.
A mother who had spent years mourning: “Sweetheart, my wealth is yours. Spend it as you please.”
Eon: Such a generous soul. As a token of gratitude, allow me to remove that glowing green crown your dear husband placed upon you.
An elder brother, once a stranger, now unshakable in his devotion: “From now on, I will protect you.”
No heavenly tribulations. No rival sects. No spirit beasts lurking in the shadows.
Life should be easy now.
And yet, as whispers of the past stir in the wind, as familiar eyes watch her from across the crowded city streets, Eon begins to wonder—did she truly leave that world behind?
Or has it simply found another way to reach her?
