The Sword-Painting Art

That Wangxian City in the Celestial Realm... Why had he woken up back in this place of sorrow? Yichen was lost. In the end, everything had been nothing more than a dream.

"I'm sick of it. Every day, I have to face these bloody vendettas. I'm tired of living. Why must I still bear the fate of the celestial beings? Why are human desires so burdensome?" Yichen gazed into the distant sky beyond the heavens and murmured, dazed, "I'm tired of living. Perhaps someday, beyond the auspicious clouds and these ethereal jade towers, somewhere amid the rise and fall of it all... I'll dream of the mortal world."

She clutched the wind chime in her hand. The day before, the most beautiful girl in Wangxian City had given it to her. Yichen would never forget her eyes, her smile, or her name.

Her name was Yaoyue.

But now, the wind chime was stained with thick, blood-red hatred.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.