When the last cluster of red fox fire pierced the nine-level sky, Chixiao, the only red nine-tailed emperor in the world, finally tore away the cold disguise of the ten thousand-year-old iceberg god of war. She was born with the power to burn the sky and boil the sea. The sky fire leaping at the tip of her tail could burn the cloud steps of Lingxiao Palace into glass, but it could only melt the frost that lingered in Xuan Zheng's eyes all year round.
Until the battle between the Demon God and the Sky Split exploded his soul into thousands of fragments. The Emperor of Heaven used the Kunlun Mirror as a guide to lure her to the Three Thousand Worlds to collect the fragments. Little did she know that this was a fateful chess game carefully laid out by the fortune teller - where was the God of War's soul floating in the folds of time and space? It was clearly Xuan Zheng's hot sincerity hidden under the frost.
Until the last fragment returned, and she knew all the truth and tried to escape, but Xuan Zheng's ice sword was pressed against her throat. He leaned over and chuckled under his hot breath: "Little Emperor Ji, do you know that I have been waiting for your sky fire for a hundred thousand years?"
The word "old enemy" was the longest love invitation he had ever written to her.
