Frostfire Tribulation: I Cut Through Reincarnation with Divine Flames

The day his Dao Bones were gouged out, Yang Moxuan glimpsed the future in black flames:

In the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, Holy Lord Jiuxin hung high above, while beneath a bronze tree was the woman he had loved for nine lifetimes, impaled.

To break the deadly trap, he wielded the Calamity Brush and entered Guixu, unaware that he himself was the most dangerous piece on the board.

In an underwater pool of ice marrow, white-haired, double-pupiled Tantai Xuepo bound his soul with a blood pact: “Anyone who touches my memories dies.”

Yet the spreading ice-cracks along her collarbone sealed away Yang Moxuan’s altered past. Nine hundred years ago, he had personally driven the ice marrow into her heart. The drops of blood that splattered from it became the beginning of every calamity in this life.

When bronze coffins were covered with ice coffins engraved with their names, and Suxin’s remains became the key to the Holy Lord’s resurrection, Yang Moxuan finally understood the cruelest page of the Heavenly Flame Record:

The so-called slaying of one’s beloved to prove the Dao was nothing but a deception devised for the gods’ amusement.

As ice and fire tore Guixu apart, he severed the Samsara Sundial. Amid the fading fragments of Tantai Xuepo’s soul, he inscribed a wager for their tenth life:

“If the Heavenly Flame Calamity must consume us both, then I will be the moth that flies against the flames.”