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Longing Of Eternity: The Demon & The Goddess of War

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A cultivation story... 1200 years ago,  War broke out between the Asuras and the heavens. The force of Asura was far bigger and better than the Heavens. The King of Heaves, Tianzhu was in a state of panic and disappeared with a vow of coming with a solution or never coming back, while giving orders to the other deities to keep the heaven safe. The Asura attack at the war went on for 11 days. The heaves started losing but there was no news from Tianzhu. But all of a sudden a fiery force appeared and won the battle of the Heavens. Later she was given the name of 'Goddess of War'. She was praised and prayed by everyone. But one day she rebelled against the Heavens and was sentenced to death but the Jade Emperor saved her and gave her a new chance to repentance of her sins and to find her true heart as she was feeling remorseful. If she would not be able to do so, she had to come back and be the Goddess of War again. Before she left her six senses were taken from her. _____ Her real journey as a mortal began and she started living while knowing nothing about her identity. She lived her 11 incarnations but she was still a robot with no feeling. This was her last chance. And in her 12th incarnation, she was nothing but a weak girl who can't sense anything except hearing and talking. While others were busy cultivating, she was busy in her music classes with her Guqin, playing and inventing music which had nothing to do with cultivation.  Later she met Zhu Wenlong, who was one of the greatest cultivators of his age and his Sect Named Qinglong. He saved and protected her at many occasions and fell for her but innocent Lin Mingyan, due to lack of emotions, couldn't feel his love. His sect didn't allow them to fall in love but he still dared to go against them which made him pay from almost giving up his life for her... ____ Note:- The cover is not mine credit goes to the owner.
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