Supreme Saint of the Pill Realm

A single farewell to an imperial dream, and a thousand dynasties pass. The ruler’s majesty still hangs over the Nine Heavens. Once he aligns with the Heavenly Dao, he strides up to the heavenly palace… One sword, the ruler’s way. One man, one sword: the Emperor’s Throne, where the ruler reigns supreme. Her eyes sparkle with tender affection as she blinks; flowers bow their heads, shy with sweet intent. A few specks of light race toward distant dreams, while the moon’s shadow falls cold upon the window.