An icy, max-combat-power grandmaster x a beautiful Demon Lord who never speaks. Bad ending.
The cultivation world suffered a once-in-a-millennium calamity. The casualties were devastating, and sects either fell into decline or were gravely weakened.
Song Yangqing's uncle sacrificed himself to activate a formation during the calamity, dying and vanishing completely. His uncle's only disciple, Song Yangqing's junior sister, wept almost uncontrollably.
Luan Peak had countless matters to attend to, and rebuilding after the calamity required all hands. With no choice, Song Yangqing took on the burden and went to comfort the only junior sister he had left.
But at his uncle's memorial stele, his junior sister told him that Ting Xu was still alive.
After more than sixty years of vigil, he had perished at the summit of Fushui.
So Song Yangqing, a grandmaster who had always kept his emotions hidden, took up a sword named Yangshan Snow and charged recklessly toward the summit of Fushui.
A cultivator's life was long indeed. Song Yangqing had lived for centuries. The leaves had fallen, and old friends were gone. He had thought that all he needed to do with the years he had left was guard Luan Peak and uphold the righteous path by eliminating demons.
But Ting Xu was still alive.
Ting Xu was born into the Rong Sang Ting clan. He was carefree and charming, riding a white horse through the streets as the women in the towers beckoned to him. While still young, he crossed swords with the world and made a name for himself.
He loved teasing the eldest disciple of the Luan Peak lord. The young man looked as cold as an iceberg, but was actually earnest and gentle. Ting Xu had thought that things between him and Song Yangqing would always go on like that.
Later, he slaughtered the Rong Sang Ting clan and turned his back on the righteous path to become a demon. Only then did he learn that the world was never meant to hold so many things one had once thought would last.
