It was fate. One transmigration, and she ruled the martial world, her arrogance unmatched. Three divine weapons and the golden totem on her forehead unveiled the rights and wrongs, grudges, and tangled affections of five thousand years ago.
Five thousand years later, their love remains unbroken, relentless, and eternal. With a blood oath, who will bring an end to the ancient divine weapons and the love and hatred that have endured for five thousand years?
A thousand years of longing cannot be escaped. The Forgetting Water falls, burying one love and beginning another. Bloodthirsty Abyss, phoenix reborn in fire. Begonias bloom as autumn comes and goes.
Penglai in the Eastern Sea, a legacy of ten thousand years of romance, is nothing more.
Five thousand years ago, five thousand years later: whose devotion did they betray? If there are another five thousand years, I only wish to betray the martial world for you.
The bloodthirsty phoenix is lonelier than the stars. The autumn begonia loves more deeply than mountains and rivers.
Together, we witness the chivalrous hearts and tender affections of those who roam the martial world.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
