That Year, That Night: Jingliu Infinite

There are five people, and three prices to pay. Three divinations yield both fortune and misfortune.

The moon wanes and is eclipsed; ordinary iron is hard to forge. The clear sword rises and falls, old scenes reflected in a mirror at night.

What is it that illuminates ten thousand rivers: moonlight, or destruction?

Light spins, sword light turns, and three thousand years pass in the blink of an eye.

A cause and effect brought to a hasty end: even chasing it to the mountaintop as the clouds fall, even with the sword broken and the soul turned, I still cannot let it go.

Jingliu

(Aside from the original Xianzhou setting, everything here is original. If anything seems familiar, that means you copied me.)