Introduction
When the last branch is swallowed by darkness, Jiang Xi will always dream of the World Tree that runs through heaven and earth. The bronze tree trunk is full of cracks, and thousands of divine realms bloom like frost flowers on the branches. At this moment, his palm is holding the last cluster of karmic fire that has not been extinguished.
The two realms of light and darkness hang in the void like two entangled butterfly wings, and the black robes of thieves fly like crows on the edge of eternal night. They cut open the gods' chests to take away the golden godhead, and forged the karmic fire into a spear that pierced the world's barrier. Jiang Xi saw with his own eyes the moment when the dark world collapsed. Countless star-like fragments fell into the darkness, while the thieves stood on the ruins and opened their arms to welcome the crown given by the new world.
As a being outside this world, Jiang Xi is burdened with a double curse: he is a white butterfly flying in two realms, constantly deciding between the life and death of light and darkness.
"You see, we are two sides of the same coin." The Lord of Darkness stroked the dark lines dancing on Jiang Xi's neck, and traced the golden flame burning in his left eye with his fingertips. Under their feet, the new darkness was climbing along the roots of the World Tree, and the thirty-three heavens hanging on the tree crown fell into eternal night one after another. Jiang Xi's hand holding the chain was shaking. This time, would he choose to burn himself to light up the bright world, or abandon the past and fly to the new world?
