Wen Xueyi

When the scent of osmanthus drifted past for the seventh autumn, A Yan at Jiangchun Bridge suddenly knocked over a steamer basket. She gazed at the sugar dust on her fingertips, and memories came rushing back like an avalanche: the companionship a century ago beneath the Azure Snow Skyheart, the young sword cultivator Cheng Shuzhou kneeling on the jade steps to ask about the path to immortality... And now, the karmic flames on the demon altar were licking at the immortal-binding chains, while demonic markings spread wildly along Cheng Shuzhou’s pale neck.

It turned out the Three Lives Stone had never recorded a love story, but the tribulation fate had decreed for them. Destiny was a blade, cleaving gods and demons apart and binding them together as lonely souls. Until one snowy midnight, when the copper bell beneath the eaves suddenly shattered the moonlight scattered across the ground…