[Two Male Leads | Love and Hate | Powerful Rivals | ABO]
Yu Linglang will never forget that snowy night.
When Xuan Moyuan’s blade of light pierced his father’s chest, the snow at the Hanging Immortal Palace turned pink, the exact color of his Primordial Mark.
Later, he became an inconspicuous menial disciple of the Sacred Immortal Alliance, known as “A Lang.”
Only late at night would he whisper to the Soul-Devouring Bell: “When I ring it, every one of my enemies will pay in blood.”
When they met again, Xuan Moyuan had become the young lord of the Celestial God Clan, with dominion over the lives and deaths of countless people.
On the Bloodmist Wasteland, Yu Linglang rings the Soul-Devouring Bell. Millions of blood demons howl as they crawl out of the earth. He smiles at Xuan Moyuan, sweetness laced with poison in his eyes. “Young Lord, care to taste what it’s like to be betrayed by the one you love most?”
Xuan Moyuan’s blade of light rests against his throat, but his Boundary-Breaking Eye reflects their entwined silhouettes. He bends down and kisses the pink Primordial Mark amid the blood demons’ howls. “I’ll help you get your revenge. Your life, though, belongs to me alone.”
You were the ray of light I secretly treasured as a child, and the fatal wound I could never quit as an adult.
When the blue light of the Reverse Dao Jade meets the golden edge of the Symbiosis Flower, they will finally understand:
Fate is nothing more than a blade of light willingly entwined by green vines, and blood demons bowing to the sound of a bell, all concealing a love beneath their hatred, so fierce it threatens to overwhelm them.
Xuan Moyuan: “I hear you’re challenging the greatest prodigy?”
A Ling jingles the bell: “You’ll have to get past my blood demon army first.”
Xuan Moyuan pins him against a vein of blood crystal ore: “Beat me, and the entire Celestial God Clan will be yours as spoils of war.”
A Ling grins. “Including you?”
Xuan Moyuan kisses him. “A free bonus. Buy one, get one.”
