The year I lost my sight in my right eye, the days in Zhongshan were three inches shorter.
The Xuanyuan swordsman who came to kill me said that when my eyes are fully illuminated, it will be the time when eternal night swallows up the world.
My name is Lu Zhao, an orphan girl who collects medicine in the land of twilight. Until the piece of ancient divine bones pierced my right eye and the gray film faded away - I saw the first prophecy: the Xuanyuan clan killer named Mu Ye would pierce his sword into my chest.
But he also saw it.
I saw the candle-dragon inverse scale pattern on the back of my neck, I saw the red water flowing back, Zhongshan wailing, I saw the lost chapters of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" emerging on my skin. History books say that Zhulong is the evil god who destroys the world, but the truth that my mother spent her life hiding is whispering: the so-called evil god was once the guardian of time who sacrificed his life to swallow the sun.
Now we are trapped in a desperate situation: he is ordered to kill the gods, and I am ordered to save my people.
On the altar at the top of Zhongshan Mountain, Sikong Xuan lit the incense to welcome the gods. My left eye began to burn with golden lines, and the dark pupil of my right eye was dyeing the night into my blood. Mu Ye's hand holding the sword was trembling - should the sword point at my heart, or cut off a century of lies?
"Either you kill me now." I grabbed his sword blade under the gaze of the bones of gods in the sky, blood dripping into the incisions of the altar, "Or, according to the ancient inscriptions -"
"Marry me."
Use Xuanyuan's bloodline as the lock and Zhulong's pupils as the key.
This wedding will be the last light that seals the long night.
