When Fleur was born claiming the Celestial Throne, the world stood against her birth. "Demons cannot take over the throne of heaven," They said in heaven. "I don't want your stupid throne," Said Fleur back which took everyone by surprise before she was sent on an exile to Earth. Far away from heaven and hell grew up a boy. An extraordinary little boy who had a blessing from a Water Goddess. He was saved and told to cultivate his powers. Little boy grew upto into handsome young man who made women go weak. But there was a problem. He had a clock that is about to stop running. And he only had one way to survive, get back home and claim the heavenly throne meant for Fleur. What will Fleur; the lousy cultivator choose for her life as the heir to Celestial Throne? Why is a Demon born to take the heavenly throne? Who is the Phoenix everyone is waiting for? Could the rumours be true? Excerpt : "Wow, this is amazing," said Fleur touching the back where there was large tattoo of a fiery bird. "Where did you get this from?" she asked. He pulled her closer turning her around and stared into her eyes. "Would you believe me if I said I was born with it?" He asked her. "Oh yeah I would," she laughed out loud lying naked on the bed under the blankets keeping each other warm after passionate love making since the evening. There were nothing more for him left to search, exploring every corner of hers. He found what he wanted. "What if this is true?" he asked her. But it clearly was not, to her. No. No mortals are born with rare birth marks like what he has, mortals simply get it tattooed. She was confident about it. "I trust you," she smiled lying and kissed his lips. He got on top of her again, taking her. Fleur moaned his name. "Don't stop," she said. She did not realise what it was that he in his eyes disguised as love. "Let me show you more," he said and smiled. She did not see what was coming. A minute later, Fleur lay on the bed alone, drenched in blood. He was nowhere to be seen. There were tears in her corner of the eyes, steaming down touching the pillow. "You....," that was all she could utter. Her cultivation was completely destroyed. WPC #203 WINNER