The Demon Abyss is on the verge of collapse, and the Three Realms are in mortal danger. Twelve Immortal Lords descend from the clouds and kneel, begging an ordinary mortal to help.
Hunter Lin Yue is roasting a rabbit. Without even looking up, he asks, “What’s the price?”
The Immortal Lords fall silent.
Lin Yue understands. He doesn’t ask what the price is. He simply sticks the half-eaten rabbit leg into the ground, stands up, and says, “Let’s go, before I change my mind.”
He doesn’t know who he is: the child of the God of War from the Celestial Realm and the Sacred Maiden of the Underworld, an existence marked as an “error” by the laws of the Three Realms from birth. He only knows that sealing the Demon Abyss will cost him his life, and that every trace of his existence must be erased. Everyone he loved, protected, and fought alongside will forget the name “Lin Yue” forever.
But he goes anyway.
Along the way, a cold-faced female general is ordered to “escort” him to his death. A doom-mongering fortune-teller insists on tagging along on his donkey to earn merit. A blind old woman clutches his jade pendant, waiting for someone who will never return. And the orphans at the Taoist temple count the days until his return, holding the dagger he left behind.
Each time he uses that power that does not belong to a mortal, the black lines in his palm spread another inch. It is neither demonic energy nor divine power, but a secret even the Heavenly Dao refuses to face.
This is the story of a mortal going to his death.
But those who go to their deaths do not always die.
A mortal’s final spark can illuminate the Three Realms. And even after the embers fade, their warmth remains.
He thought it was merely a keepsake his mother had left him, unaware that it held the greatest taboo of the Three Realms: he is the child of the God of War from the Celestial Realm and the Sacred Maiden of the Underworld, a union that should never have existed.
