Zui Xian spills three thousand drops of wine, separating seven of them to become Ling Xiao's righteous aura, which gathers between the Blood God's brows. She sheds a line of bloody tears, which become uncanny beauty marks, branded onto the Blood God's face. Thus comes the betrayal of a servant... And so the Blood God spends a thousand years biding his time, then is reborn after a thousand years! What should he do? Should he travel back a thousand years and disrupt her plan to become a heavenly duke? Or return to the present to find an elixir for the master of the Blood Spirit Sword? In truth, he must do both, for this is his destiny.
He bears destiny upon his back, and it carefully shapes every step of his life. Yet destiny is also a knife that scrapes the bone, carving hideous gashes into his past and future. His family is destroyed, his loved ones are scattered, and his twin sister has vanished without a trace. When he finally carries destiny to its end, step by step, all he can do is gaze helplessly at his wife and sigh: "What joy is there in gaining, what sorrow in losing? It is all like a dream of Nanke."
But this dream lasts ten thousand years... This story begins with...
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