The Fire Dragon Ring

She is A Yao, the future empress of the Lingyuan Realm and his legitimate sister-in-law. He is Yan Zhao, the young sovereign of the Celestial Realm and grandson of the Heavenly Venerable, the “imperial uncle” she should keep at a respectful distance.

The rules governing the relationship between an uncle and his sister-in-law are etched into their very bones. But the moment darkness swallowed them on a lonely island in the East Sea, those rules shattered completely.

The noble, aloof young sovereign tore off every disguise and became the most relentless of bandits. His high-minded excuses were merely pretexts for forcing open her door. His burning gaze remained fixed on her, refusing to let her evade him.

“Uncle, please behave! We’re uncle and sister-in-law, and there are rules between us!” she cried, struggling with all her strength, but he only held her tighter.

“You once said, ‘Lovers should stand together through everything.’ Those words were like heavenly music, piercing my three hundred years of winter nights.” His scorching breath brushed her ear, and his eyes held an obsession that burned him to the bone. “I felt the same way back then, and I have never let it go.”

Xiao Chen, Emperor of the Lingyuan Realm, watched coldly. Beneath the frozen earth lay a secret no one knew. After the God of Fire returned to his rightful place, the wick came to wield the primordial fire of the Three Realms, sustaining their precarious order and binding A Yao and Yan Zhao in a pact that kept them together day and night.

The wick of fate had long since twisted into an impossible knot, while the forbidden bond between uncle and sister-in-law stood like an impassable chasm. As the island sank, she ignited the karmic fire that would consume her divine soul, dragging them both toward an abyss of eternal ruin.

Would she consciously surrender to forbidden love, or deliberately seek revenge for this tangled fate? And the wick sustaining the Three Realms is slowly going out...