Thirty thousand years after the Primordial Universe shattered, the colossal pillars that once held up the sky had turned to stardust. The stars shifted across the heavens, the clouds thinned in the thirty-three layers of heaven, the incense offerings of the mortal world dwindled, and black qi seeped from cracks in the netherworld.
Mars stood in the heart of the sky, its bloody light staining the glazed tiles of the Heavenly Court.
In Qingshi Town, in the mortal world, Li Xuan discovered ghosts appearing in broad daylight while gathering herbs. The old bronze lamp at his waist glowed faintly as it absorbed ghostly qi.
When a blood-red bridal sedan floated above the mountain gate, the protective formation failed to activate. The sedan curtain lifted, revealing half a face that resembled Li Xuan...
