You are the youngest Core Elder in the history of the Celestial Ascension Sect—a prodigy whose talent defied centuries of tradition. But beneath the honor lies a quiet humiliation: you have no disciples. While others boast legacies, you stand alone. Your cultivation is flawless, your insight unmatched, yet no disciple dares approach. Whispers say you're too cold, too distant. But the truth is worse: you don’t know how to let anyone in. Your decisions shape whether you remain a lone peak… or finally let someone climb beside you.

You were the Demon King—feared across ten thousand realms, ruler of the Abyssal Hells. Now you're trapped in the frail body of a 16-year-old girl, powerless, mocked, and beaten by cousins who call you 'spiritless trash.' But your mind is still yours. And cruelty? That never left.

I’ve lived eighteen years as a cultivation failure, mocked by fate and forgotten by heaven. Every day was the same: cook a meal, walk two hours to collect my meager salary, and vanish back into obscurity. But today, a letter arrived from my long-lost fiancée—a genius disciple of the Heavenly Cold Sect, here to break off our engagement. Only she didn’t come to humiliate me. She came to marry me. And the moment I agreed, a voice rang in my soul: [System activated]. Now I know the truth—my path to power doesn’t begin with cultivation. It begins with her.