I am Leng Xuan, and the ice pattern on my left hand hides the curse of the Sky-Splitting Cauldron.
When I was dragged into Scarlet Flame Castle by iron chains at the age of six, the moment the red scale blood contract was burned into my spine, Su Lixue was severing the throat of the secret guard with ice silk. The way the blood droplets splashed on her eyelashes was very similar to the red ice crystals that would condense on the wall of the Ice Abyss three hundred years later when Chu Liyue pierced the Heart Burning Curse into my heart.
"Proton should learn to live on his knees." The night when the young master of Red Flame Castle tore open my clothes, the ice patterns suddenly burned. The cauldron's heart trembled in the seams of my bones, and the black turtle broke through the ice abyss wall carrying the memory of the ninth generation. Only then did I realize that Su Lixue had frozen more than just time - the fragments of the Canglan Ancient Law were frozen in her Bingxin Jue, while Chu Liyue's Red Flame Illusion Technique was beating with the spark of civilization before the Book Burning Tribulation.
When the black turtle spit out purifying ice crystals in the sand sea, I found myself carving the law into new shackles. Power pierced the palm of my hand like an ice pick, and the Sky-Splitting Cauldron whispered in my ears: "Use absolute control to end the troubled times." Until that day, when Chu Liyue used the Burning Heart Curse to burn through my crown, Su Lixue wrapped the ice silk around her neck: "Leng Xuan, the look in your eyes when you suppressed the tyrant is exactly the same as the torturer in the dungeon of Red Flame Castle."
The moment the tripod heart broke, I saw three hundred bright moons shining on the Canglan Code. When the last two clusters of ice flames penetrated their eyebrows, I smiled and crushed my own imperial bones - Li Xue's ice veins turned into golden patterns of the code, and Li Yue's fire ignited into the bell of freedom. Now my tombstone is soaked in the dawn, and the inscription was written by them in ice and fire:
"The one who sleeps here once made the crown the last burial object in Canglan Continent."
