With a snap, Feng Jing fell from the sky, and with another snap, her brain was shattered.

Feng Xiu, staring at the dragon cub that had fallen from the sky, fell silent when the little dragon spoke:

"You look just like my old Deng!"

Feng Jing was told that not only had her brain been shattered, but she had also been transported back thirty years.

However, she couldn't help but feel something was wrong, and thirty years ago had been incredibly tragic.

But this didn't stop Feng Jing from being incredibly competitive, fighting and vying for more.

She told Feng Xiu, "You're too old, it's time to retire. I'm young. Leave the future of the demon race to me."

She told the humans, "You're all too weak. You can't defeat the Demon Emperor. I'm the strongest. Leave the future of humanity to me."

She told the elders, "Can't you bear to see your unique skills go to waste? I have the greatest talent. Leave it all to me."

Give it to me, give it all to me! Only children make choices; I want it all!

Through this fierce competition, Feng Jing succeeded, finally turning the wheel of fate to her desired outcome, completing the cycle.

But it seemed like something was wrong.

Whatever. The most perfect lie is one that even fools yourself.