[Xuanhuan + Historical Romance + Contract + Mutual Devotion + Eerie + Cultivation + Everyone's Darling + Lord + Magic] Everyone says I'm a menace. I drink, brawl, and rule the underworld. My name is enough to make children cry at night.
Then I captured a man dressed in white. When he looked up, an entire galaxy fell into his eyes.
Later, all six realms learned the truth: I had spoiled Lord Canglong, a god who had fallen into the mortal world, rotten.
No one knew that I was bound to a cycle of karma spanning a hundred thousand years, with my spiritual platform sealed.
Even fewer knew that the man who loved me so deeply was actually the reincarnation of the last wisp of the soul of the Venerable God Fenxiao, who had perished for me a hundred thousand years ago.
I had hated Fenxiao for a hundred thousand years, and loved him for just as long. And now, I loved Canglong too.
His natal star on the star chart had long since gone dark, replaced by a dazzling new star. But I could see it: the faint, struggling blue glow was my companion star, the one that had been completely “erased.”
So he wouldn't even let me accompany him as a star.
The Soul-Tracing Lantern revealed a prophecy in blood-red characters.
I offered my heart as a sacrifice. Inside it beat half of his divine core and half of Canglong's primordial heart. They were entwined with my own flesh and blood, the three of them grown into one.
Carve it out, and my cultivation would be destroyed and my divine status would collapse.
But I was, after all, an undying and imperishable obsession.
The instant the blue blade of light pierced my chest
The barrier shattered, and a figure wreathed in overwhelming fury appeared in a flash.
Canglong's eyes burned red as he stared at my hand, raised to destroy myself. He crushed the Soul-Tracing Lantern with his bare hand! The backlash of divine power brought blood to his lips, and his silver hair whipped wildly.
“Ali, ” His voice was hoarse and broken as his scorching palm seized my bloodstained wrist!
Each word cut like a knife: “Now the lantern is broken.”
“Are you still going to carve out your heart?”
It's quite pretty!
Good-looking, good-looking...