Su Ling, the guardian of the imperial mausoleum, knelt in front of the broken monument. The moment blood dripped on the black iron ring at the bottom of the monument, a cold male voice hit her ears: "With souls as a contract, we live and die together."
Outside the mausoleum, crazy people held torches and knocked on the door; inside the mausoleum, forces from all sides fought to seize the "pure land".
Su Ling held the star pattern fragment and sneered: "I want to break the calamity and save the world." Xie Zhao looked at the corpse ashes in her hair and chuckled: "Little guardian of the mausoleum, do you know that the root of the earth fire calamity is in the deepest part of the imperial mausoleum? And this soul contract..." His fingertips crossed the newly branded seal on her wrist, "It is a lock and a knife."
When the tide of corpses overflows the palace guarding the mausoleum, and when the star-patterned ancient books shake off the curses of gods and demons, how can this pair of "life and death bodies" who are forced to coexist, burn out a glimmer of hope in the fire of calamity?
