The Phoenix and the Luan, the Luan and the Dark Luan, all share the same origin, yet ancient secrets and the fates of their two clans bind them in hidden entanglements.
Yingling was swept by a world-shattering explosion onto the snowy plains of another realm. She thought she had transmigrated by accident and landed in the worst possible situation from the start: her mother had died young, her father was lonely, poisoned, and near death, and she herself was chronically ill, powerless, and utterly useless. Then a silver-haired, golden-eyed youth gave her a very different start.
The Phoenix twins share the same origin, and a flower-shaped box holds the power of time and space. It turns out that the me in this other world isn't the whole me, and Dad isn't the whole Dad either. Mom isn't the mom who died young, either. Wasn't I supposed to transmigrate? Did I come back to my old home? (Yingling scratches her head. What is all this supposed to mean? I'm done playing. ╰_╯)
Yingling: Are you sure this doesn't count as hurting the flowers of our motherland? (After pondering for years) Mm, no. Come here and let Big Sis give you a kiss on that little face.
Feng Yeyi: A Ling, you're back. ...A Ling, is this what you want...?
Nan Sheng: Lingling, I am you, and you are me; we are us. But you are also you, and I am only me. ...Lingling, I am a Dream Envoy, after all.
Youluo: Spirit of the Realm? Hahaha! You abandoned me like this, just for that illusory Great Dao? You are mine... How could you do this? Of course you couldn't. I swear I'll overturn this Great Dao and lock you away with me...
Huang Xueyun: I am a goddess. Why shouldn't I be allowed to choose my own guardian? I insist... that the Dark Phoenix King be my guardian.
Ye Junxuan: Xue'er is so fierce. I love it. I can do it. I can be your guardian.
The return, after ten thousand years, of Huang Yingling and Feng Yeyi came at the cost of the obliteration and sacrifice of the souls of countless clan members and companions.
How can they undo this fate?
It's good-looking, the plot is tight, and the content is also very novel. There is no waste material against heaven and no fight between prostitutes and concubines. It's still very interesting, a bit like the biography of a cultivator before he was assimilated by the waste material and the struggle between the legitimate and concubine. Still very beautiful