As an immortal who failed his tribulation, I kept a low profile in the mortal world for seven hundred years.
To repay the scholar who saved my life, I helped suppress his rare “Spirit-Locking Body.”
But with red-rimmed eyes, he asked me, “Yunniang, why do your fingers tremble whenever you touch mine? Is it because I’m sickly?”
Then came the day the Immortal-Devouring Tribulation descended.
Bathed in blood, I stood in front of him. “Run! This tribulation is meant to kill rogue immortals!”
He tore the tribulation clouds apart with his bare hands and chuckled. “What a coincidence. I’m the bane of the Immortal-Devouring Tribulation.”
The lightning illuminated the dragon markings on his forehead
They were the reverse scales of a Yinglong that I had cut off with my own hands seven hundred years ago.
