Chronicles of Starlight Woven from Ash and Frost

[The Bloodstained Heavenly Emperor Moves the Pieces; the Immortal Attendant Wields Burning Stars as Her Blade]

A deadly game unfolds among the clouds at the summit of the Nine Heavens. A thousand years have forged the Night God into a solitary Heavenly Emperor, yet they could not erase the pale silhouette before the steps of the Xuanji Palace.

When the Greedy Wolf Star breaks through his fate palace and the twenty-eight constellations across the Three Realms begin to go dark, Runyu finally sees the cracks in the golden markings on his palm: an old wound, caused by the backlash of his ancient Yinglong bloodline, is devouring the clarity he has fought to preserve for a thousand years. Meanwhile, Kuang Lu, who always comes to add oil to his lamp at the hour of the Tiger, bears a star mark on her brow that is gradually aligning with the ancient divine inscriptions at the end of the Milky Way.

Black fog that devours starlight spills from a rift in the Demon Realm. The sacred medicine of the Flower Realm glows with the lingering soul of Jin Mi. In a jade cup overturned by the old gods at the Peach Banquet, a starry barrier bursts into view as Kuang Lu takes a sword meant for the Heavenly Emperor. The star chart sealed away by Taishi Zhenren for three hundred years reveals a shocking secret: the humble immortal attendant who always keeps her eyes lowered was once the Star Sovereign, who fell when the Milky Way collapsed during the War of the Creation Gods.

“Your Majesty, did you know? Every time you cough up blood, a star in my spiritual platform shatters.”

When the bloodstained Chixiao Sword pressed against Kuang Lu’s chest, Runyu saw the cruelest fate of all amid the falling stars:

She was the catalyst for his trial of nine deaths, and the only sacrifice capable of awakening the ancient Demon God.

Snow from the Ninefold Heaven fell between their intertwined fingers, while the forbidden art that could reverse the galaxy burned brightly in Kuang Lu’s eyes.

This time, the White Dew Fairy, gentle for a thousand years, took up a god-slaying blade. And the Heavenly Emperor, the most calculating man in the Three Realms, shattered the book of fate filled with his schemes for her sake.

“You want peace for the Six Realms. I’ll give you a world of peace and prosperity.”

“But if the price is watching your soul scatter, then I would rather, ”