A Thousand Years of Longing, Finally Together

He was Xiao Qinghe, heir to the Prince of Zhenbei, who took countless arrows for his sovereign. He was Emperor Mo Daoshan of the Yinwu Empire, who slept for a thousand years holding the body of his beloved. Three thousand years later, on a stormy night, an imperial coffin burst out of a sewer. Kneeling in the filthy water, Shen Ming tremblingly lifted that pale face. “Xuanyin, I found you.” But their reunion came at a price: the dragon qi was fading, his existence was growing faint, and the laws of Heaven would not allow it. Shen Ming cut his wrist and traced a formation, his hair as white as snow. “This time, let me sustain your life with mine.”