When the dragon veins of the Xuanhuang Realm wail beneath a blood moon, who remembers the boy once imprisoned in the Cold Palace, now tearing apart the shackles of fate with his dual existence? Zhang Tianci: a name that became a legend in two realms, his soul divided between them. In the Xuanhuang Realm, he is a fallen Seventh Prince. In the Netherworld, he is a Bloodfiend Demon God. Nine dragon souls coil within him, yet even they cannot overcome a heart that refuses to yield.
**Act One: The Predicament**
The iron locks of the Cold Palace gleam with a chilling light. Rejected by his true dragon bloodline, he becomes a laughingstock of the imperial family. Deep in the Netherworld’s sea of flowers on the Other Shore, his other body is forged into a demonic form, commanding ghost soldiers against the Nether King. Two worlds, two fates, both pushing him to the brink of destruction.
**Act Two: The Turning Point**
The gears of fate slip out of place after an experimental accident. Awakening amid a temporal rift, he finds the Nine Heavens Dragon Chant from the Xuanhuang Realm resonating with the Netherworld’s Rebirth Incantation. A yin-yang fish pattern appears between his brows. His guard, Ye Wuhen, severs the chains of time and space. The physician, Bai Suyi, reverses time by three days. A single lamp from the Other Shore, held by Hong Ling, illuminates memories of his past life. It turns out he is the only “variable” capable of traveling between the two realms.
**Act Three: The Price**
Nangong Jin activates a blood sacrifice formation, and a chaotic vortex devours the Eastern Sea’s Guixu. Zhang Tianci appears in both realms at once: summoning the divine dragons of the Nine Heavens in one, and transforming into the Bloodfiend Demon God in the other, he battles his destiny amid the folds of space and time. In the end, he offers himself as a sacrifice to anchor the two universes once more, but permanently loses the person he once was.
When the laws collapse and reincarnation is shattered, what choice should humanity make? Should it lose itself in power, or willingly become the foundation of order?
The legend has ended, and the legend has only just begun.
