Yun Miao, a cultivation powerhouse who has lived for thousands of years, took on the role of a ferryman to help evil spirits find peace—all in search of clues to her origins.

These spirits carry resentment, hatred, and lingering attachments.

She does her job diligently, unwavering like a rock… yet the mystery of her identity remains unsolved.

Until one day…

A Taoist priest, eyes brimming with tears, cried out, “Ancestor Master!”

She gave a faint smile. “So I’m the head of the Taoist sect.”

Demon lords from the Demon Realm dropped to their knees, sobbing, “Demon Sovereign, you’ve finally returned!”

She: “…Oh. I’m also the Demon Sovereign.”

A horde of monsters performed a full 360-degree kowtow, wailing, “Demon King, do you have any idea how miserable we’ve been all these years without you?”

She: “…The what king now?”

The gods of the Heavenly Realm sneered, “Shut up. As long as we, the Celestial Realm, still stand, you lot will always be the outsiders!”

She: “…”

Things were getting more and more interesting.