[Destiny is a bloody curse, but I want to gouge out your heart and ask if you dare to love]
Shen Yanzhi wrote all the hexagrams for all people in the world, but he could not figure out the origin of the cinnabar mark on his neck. Until that day, when the snow fell over the mountains, Lin Shuxue picked off his bamboo-patterned jade crown with a sword. When the tip of the sword was pressed against his heart, he saw a blood line exactly like his own on her wrist - it was the mark of the reincarnation of the ancient blood-cursed compass.
"Ninety-nine drops of my heart's blood, in exchange for your three souls falling forever." The ends of her frost-like eyes were stained with blood, "Shen Yanzhi, you have escaped this calamity for nine lifetimes, it's time to pay it back."
He was the gentlest counselor in the dynasty, with the spring breeze hidden in his sleeves, but the winding seal of his collarbone was exposed under her heart-cutting dagger. She is the loneliest gravekeeper in the Sword Tomb, carrying the dirtiest secret in the entire world of immortality. However, when she was taking his heart blood, the blood-stained compass revealed fragments of memories from her wedding a thousand years ago.
As the blood-red star track passed through the imperial city, Shen Yanzhi smiled and drank the wine she had quenched with her own hands: "Axue, do you know that if you gouge out your heart once, the love-locking spell in my consciousness will be broken by an inch?" His blood-stained fingertips touched her cold lips, "When the nine hundred and ninety-nine spell lines are broken, I want you to see it with your own eyes -"
"How I used this broken soul to split the path of heaven for you."
