Xiao Nannan

She was poor and destitute from a young age, never having new clothes, wearing ragged little clothes, only having a brother to rely on. But when she was very young, her brother was forcibly taken away, far from their homeland, dying in a foreign land. At that time, she was only four or five years old.

From then on, she was even more lonely and miserable. It was hard to imagine how she survived. A frail girl of four years old, losing her only support, thinking of her only relative every day, that brother she was destined never to see again.

Although before her brother was taken away, when he was still alive, they were also poor, not having enough to eat or wear, but that was her happiest time. Her brother, only a few years older than her, would always find a small amount of leftovers from outside, swallowing his own saliva, but still feeding her. Although she was very young, she knew that her sallow and thin brother was also very hungry, and would always let her brother eat the first bite.

At that time, she would see her brother turn away and secretly wipe his tears. She would always raise her dirty little face, her big eyes filled with tears, and use her ragged little sleeves to wipe away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, whispering, "Brother, don't cry."

Then, her brother would try to smile, to make her happy, and eat the leftovers with her. At that time, they felt it was incredibly fragrant and delicious.

Sometimes, when her brother brought back cold rice, he would be covered in injuries, and sometimes he would be chased and beaten, returning with red eyes. But when he was in front of her, he would always puff out his chest, telling her that he would take care of everything, that they wouldn't starve, and then he would carefully take out half a cold bun from his arms like a treasure. The young brother and sister would hide in a street corner and happily chew on the cold, hard bun, also chewing on the kind of joy and fragrance that only they could experience.

Until that day, her brother was forcibly taken away. She cried and shouted, chasing after them, even losing her ragged little shoes, begging those people to return her brother to her. But those people ignored her, and finally, impatiently, kicked the thin her to the side of the road, causing her to fall and bleed from her head. She was so helpless, so pitiful, and finally sadly begged those people to take her away too, as long as she could be with her brother, she would go anywhere.

At that time, her brother shed tears, telling them not to hurt his sister anymore, not to take her away.

It was also on that day that she learned that her brother had an extraordinary physique, seemingly—a Holy Body. Those people wanted to take her brother to perform a blood sacrifice ritual.

It was also on that day that she learned that she had an ordinary body. She was even worse than ordinary people, because she and her brother had been freezing and starving for a long time. Except for a pair of bright big eyes, her body was very weak.

That night, she hid alone in a corner of the street, afraid, facing the darkness. She curled up her small body, thinking of her brother, her face full of tears, her heart filled with fear, missing him, wanting him to come back.

But that farewell was forever. Her brother, only a few years older than her, was treated as a sacrifice, bleeding to death.

She waited for many days, waited for year after year, guarding the place where they had separated, hoping for his return, but she never waited for her brother's return.

She only had a tattered ghost mask. It smiled with sorrow and tears. It was picked up by her brother. Besides a folded, wrinkled little paper boat, the mask was the only decent toy they had. She cherished it especially, and never separated from it.

In order to live, she ate grass roots, became a little beggar, standing beside the old man selling steamed buns, watching eagerly, swallowing her saliva… No one knew the Empress's childhood hardships. If she hadn't been incredibly determined, determined to wait for her brother to return, possessing an unimaginable will, she would have died on the side of the road long ago, died in her childhood.

It wasn't until later that she grew up a little, her mind gradually opened, becoming more and more intelligent, and her situation gradually improved through her own efforts. She also obtained a rough cultivation formula from an old cultivator who was seriously ill and dying on the side of the road, initially having a chance to change her fate.

It was just a simple method, but she pondered out different meanings. From then on, she embarked on the path of cultivation. She didn't have strong roots, nor did she possess a special physique. Those legendary divine bodies, ascension bodies, tyrant bodies, Dao embryos, etc., were too far away from her. But she never felt that she was inferior to others. She could always comprehend different things from ordinary methods.

Along the way, she groped forward on her own. As her strength gradually increased, she constantly collected various cultivation formulas, read a large number of incomplete classics, etc. She gradually improved her own method.

It was also during that period that she investigated and learned that those who had taken her brother away came from the Ascension Dynasty. She remembered this most powerful dynasty that claimed to rule the world in that era.

Later, the Empress began to rapidly become stronger, suppressing all opponents in the same realm, defeating all enemies with an ordinary body. Tyrant bodies, ascension bodies, divine bodies, Dao embryos, could not withstand her ordinary body!

A young woman in white rose in the shortest time, illuminating the entire era, extremely brilliant, and later even amazed the ages. Countless people marveled and worshiped.

No one knew that the Empress's cultivation was not for longevity, but only to wait for her brother to appear, to return.

She had an obsession in her heart. The brother in her memory never disappeared. She drew countless portraits of him, from a boy to a young man, accompanying her as she grew up.

Later, the Empress destroyed the Ascension Dynasty with one palm, and with another palm, she pierced through a life forbidden zone, drawing the ground as a prison, with only one thought: not to become an immortal, but only to wait for you to return in this mortal world!

Even though she was so powerful, so brilliant, what she cherished and remembered most was her childhood. Her Dao fruit transformed into a little girl, exactly the same as she was in her childhood, ragged little clothes, dirty little face, bright big eyes, wandering alone in the mortal world, only to wait for that person, so that he could recognize her at a glance.