Shadow on the Cold River

“This world is a kiln that devours people. You and I are both ghosts with no control over our fate.”

Jiang Ying crawled back from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, reborn in a sixteen-year-old body.

His white hair was seen as an ill omen. An old sword was wrapped in the sins and blood of his previous life.

In the deepest pit of hell, he had once lost the one thing no human being should ever lose.

Now he had returned from the abyss, sworn to cut through fate and overturn this lawless world.

He thought this was a game of revenge, a board on which he moved the pieces and all living beings were pawns.

But he never expected that

The orphan he took in would use a clear, unclouded gaze to knock on his frozen soul.

The young martial hero he befriended would use a pure and fervent heart to burn through his pallid shell.

The fierce wolf he tamed would tear at his predetermined path with fangs and loyalty.

There has never been salvation in this martial world.

Rain-lashed cliffs, cages in the ghost market, secret schemes at court…

As memory and reality began to blur, the curse beneath the blood moon and the evil spirits’ relentless gaze followed him like shadows.

At last, Jiang Ying understood:

Being reborn was not about saving anyone.

It was about carving out a path of blood and slashing open a ray of dawn in this world that devoured people, for the ones he had taken in, bound to him, and who had barged into his life…

“Since Heaven’s decree says I must die,”

“Then I’ll make sin my blade and blood my path.”

“I’ll overturn this world and forge my own game anew.”

Why use traditional characters? Because I think they look classy (?). It’s a multi-male-lead story. The whole book is the author’s massive personal kink. Anyway, only my grandma is reading it. Coo-coo, quack-quack.