They said Hell is where bad people go, but what if it was a lie. Instead, it is the Heaven where corrupt Gods rule? 
Fa Jing sacrifices her life in order to resurrect Yun Fang, who had the most tragic life known to any immortal being. What if the person you are praying is devil in disguise? 
As the time goes can Heaven change it's way by itself or a revolutionary war is really necessary?

Hell's Heavenly Intervention

The Heavenly realm was eagerly preparing for Mid-Autumn Festival. I sighed as I rested my fingers on the Guqin. 


"What is worse, what is better? Tragic love or loveless life. I always wonder. Those who died in abstinence say it's worse than opium addiction. While those who lost themselves for love beg to differ. Alas, I can't answer it yet. But I believe love can do wonders..." 


I stop playing as someone walks on dried leaves. 


"Fa Jing." Uncle Hua took a seat opposite of mine. I gave him a faint nod, acknowledging his existence. 


"Aren't you excited for Festival?" He asked coaxingly, when he looked at my unenthusiastic demeanor. 


I chuckled. "Blessing mortals everyday is pretty exhausting already, and then here comes the long list of Festivals." 


"Tong Fa Jing." Uncle warned. I straighten myself. 


"Why because my fate coincides with my mother's fate?" I raise my voice for the first time in 3000 years. He froze. "I know what happened with Hua Yun Fang. I know how cruel these so-called Gods can be. And how guilty is Hua Jiang Guan." 


I get up while he sits there still like a statue. 


"Even if my mother forgave you, remember I won't ever forgive you." I say as I gave him a final goodbye. 


I scoff and don't turn back. I am just Fa Jing. Not Tong, not Hua. I am my mother's daughter, Yun Fa Jing. 


Gods and Goddesses tell me I look like my mother. Indeed, it might be true, after all I have never seen my mother. I don't know what she looks like. 


I stare at my reflection in Lake Xin Jing, also known as Mirror of Fate. My face is a mess, make up ruined, tear trails and disheveled hair. 


I take out the Rian Sha, a dagger that can fulfill any wish. 


Somebody clears his throat. "A goddess using Rian Sha, how desperate are you?" 


I turn to face him. "The Lord from Fourth Demon realm." I gasp. He chuckled when he saw my expression. 


"Well Yun Guniang, do you know this dagger is Gu heirloom. And I am Gu Cian Tou, the Lord of Fourth Demon realm." He told as he stood beside me. "Thus, if you think this dagger is something Gods created, you are mistaken." 


"Lord Gu." I gave him a smile. "Yet it won't stop me from doing what I am doing." 


"Then give me a good reason, and I won't stop you." 


"Hua Yun Fang deserves a justified life, a happy and peaceful life." I yell as I slit my wrist. 


Lord Gu looks shocked. My vision slowly becomes hazy, I feel the warm liquid dripping from my hand. I know I am falling down. But suddenly Lord Gu grabs my preventing me from hitting my head. 


"Lord Gu, can you grant me a wish?" My breath is shallow. "Yes Guniang." His voice is shaking. 


"Xie-xie nie, I'll keep in mind for next time." I gave him a final smile as I am about to close my eyes. 


Suddenly it starts raining heavily. It has never rained during Mid-Autumn Festival. After all a Goddess never died on any auspicious day, especially this festival. 


Even though I'm passing away, Lord Gu hasn't left my side yet. 


Prologue: A Life For A Life