Between rifts in two times and spaces, the Ninefold Spirit-Locking Formation sealed away ancient secrets. When the world-ending karmic flames burned through reincarnation, a sundered soul carved three hundred years of madness into the Book of Fate
“The System isn't the Heavenly Dao. It's the sanctuary I built for you.”
Xiao Jin's white hair wound around a bronze fate-writing brush as he branded the 299th rebirth incantation onto Su Qian's wrist.
“You're changing fate with my blood and bones. Did you ask my sword?”
Su Qian severed the red thread of the void. The Godslayer Sword pried open the dark robes to reveal a body covered in old scars, each one proof that he had stolen years from her life.
Slay the Heavenly Dao, burn the Void Abyss. As modern neon swallowed the stars and moon of the cultivation world, those bloodstained hands still clasped together in the ashes:
“I'd forsake ten thousand years of cultivation, ”
The remnant soul kissed away the fragrance of the udumbara blossom, and the final star on the Heavenly Dao's wheel fell.
“To watch fireworks by your side, just once.”
[A stoic, long-suffering fallen immortal sect master × a decisive, obsessive orphan of reincarnation]
