If you had only ten years to live, what would you do?
Ren Qian was someone who had been sacrificed. She made a pact to die ten years later. She spent her first fifteen years devoted to cultivation. For the next ten, she would travel across the Yunhuang Continent, and along the way, she met a group of wonderful people.
They were diligent and passionate. Some wore black and carried white swords, with a sea of stars before them. Some were fabulously wealthy and devoted to alchemy, delighting in bringing one new life after another into the world. Some took revenge for every slight, were fastidious, and feared nothing. Some were honest, a little dim, and trusted you without question. Some had no sense of direction, were lively, and loved petting fluffy magical beasts...
Together, they left the imperial capital, braved the three trials, climbed snowy mountains, cultivated, and searched for the truth.
Later, Ren Qian stood against the world. But by then, she was no longer alone. She had companions who would live and die by her side, willing to stand with her and fight the whole world.
Those ten years no longer felt like a countdown to death. They had become something she wanted to cherish.
Until one day, they discovered to their astonishment that this world had been a joke all along.
But it didn’t matter. Ren Qian smiled softly. “Because I have you.”
