The day the Ninefold Heavenly Palace collapsed, no one knew that the Taixu Heavenly Emperor had torn apart his own divine essence and leaped into the cycle of reincarnation.
“I’ll spend a thousand lifetimes in the mortal world. I will not cultivate the path of heartlessness. I will temper a heart that knows love.”
The Twelve Divine Generals swore a blood-soaked oath and followed him into the human realm.
He lived through 999 lifetimes:
He gave his last piece of tree bark to a starving man. He served as a soldier and took an arrow meant for his general. He held his wife’s hand and told her, “Let’s meet again in the next life.”
He died an ordinary death in every lifetime.
And in every lifetime, twelve figures knelt beyond the cycle of reincarnation to see him off, then tearfully followed him into his next life.
In this life, he is Lin Xuan, the live-in son-in-law of the Su family in Jiangcheng.
At their third wedding anniversary banquet, his wife, Su Qingxue, is being forced to eat cake offered by another man.
His mother-in-law laughs sharply. “Look at Young Master Zhou! You’re nothing but a good-for-nothing!”
A diamond ring glitters as the cream is pressed to her lips.
Lin Xuan lowers his eyes and sips his tea. The surface of the water remains still.
But the wooden beads from the Jiuyuan shop around his wrist suddenly burn against his skin.
Deep within the cracks
Amid nine thousand bolts of heavenly lightning, a woman in white weeps blood. “Wherever he goes, I’ll go!”
Twelve figures tear through the void. “Your Majesty, we pledge to follow you to our deaths!”
Killing intent boils in the clouds.
The cake glimmers with poison.
Lin Xuan lifts his eyes, a flash of gold and the shadow of a dragon passing through them.
In this life, the azure dragon has awakened.
