“My master used my heart's blood to nurture his beloved for three hundred years.”
On the night the Nine Heavens Sword Pavilion was massacred, Yun Li was forced to forge a life-and-death pact with a sword spirit.
From then on, every time Frostmourne shed blood and took a life, the dead person's most heart-wrenching words of love appeared on its blade, including those of the black-robed Demon Lord, who always carved into her collarbone on nights of the full moon.
“The pattern left when your wound scabs over looks just like my late wife's handwriting.”
Xuan Ye toyed with her bleeding fingertips and smiled, yet the moment she gave in to desire, he slipped a Heart-Eating Gu into their nuptial wine.
It was only when the Chaos Bell appeared that Yun Li learned the truth: the so-called massacre was nothing but a scheme by her birth mother, the lord of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, to resurrect her former lover. And the sword spirit who always appeared on stormy nights was none other than the husband she had lost in her previous life...
As she donned her wedding robes, nine thousand tombs of lovers roared.
Yun Li held her sword to Xuan Ye's heart. “Can a marriage contract forged with your demon bones bear the weight of the love and tribulations of three lifetimes?”
When I severed my bonds of love, all the gods and Buddhas wept blood.
The tribulation you must overcome has always been me.
