Word had it that Demon Lord Xie Yan was dying.
Before his death, he invaded the immortal realm and abducted Hua Zhi, the most inconspicuous flower spirit there.
The immortals laughed. The Demon Lord had gone mad. How could abducting a nobody threaten anyone?
No one knew that in the Palace of Eternal Night, the frail flower spirit was gathered in the Demon Lord's palm every night, the only thing that could ease the heart-rending agony of his “Withered Demon” curse.
She trembled with fear, believing she was nothing more than a pain-relieving remedy he could discard at any moment.
She had no idea that he was secretly nourishing her dying true form with the purest demonic power.
“Why?” she asked, her voice trembling.
His pale fingertip brushed the petals formed from her spirit light, a faint glimmer stirring in the abyss of his eyes.
“Because in the rotting course of my life, you were the only one who bloomed.”
And when the immortal sects' army surrounded them, vowing to kill the demon who had “hidden evil intentions”...
Hua Zhi, who had always hidden behind him, slowly stepped in front of him.
Behind her, countless demonic vines burst from the earth, while pure white divine light swept across the universe.
The immortal envoy fell to his knees in horror. “The P-Pure World Origin Stamen... The ancient Flower God!”
It turned out she was the primordial deity forgotten by time.
From a glimmer in a cage to a protector in the face of despair;
from a forbidden pact between gods and demons to an embrace at the end of the world.
This was a captivity that began with exploitation and ended in a bond of symbiosis sealed by their souls.
In the Demon Lord's palm, a gardenia bloomed.
Withered wood blossomed anew, and a fallen god was reborn.
