1.1 My Mother's Blood Cocoon My name is Biyao, born in Fox Ridge Mountain and raised in the Ghost King Sect. From the time I can remember, life was colorless, except for the eerie, cold light in the cave and my father's stern face. When I was six, I huddled in a damp crevice, listening to the shouts of righteous cultivators outside the cave. My mother poured her last drop of blood into my mouth; her fingers, like ice picks, pierced my throat, yet carried a warm tremor. "Yao'er, live well," were her last words to this world. I will always remember the blood-red moonlight reflected in her pupils, and that blood-stained, sorrowful flower.
