About How Hard It Is to Love Someone
That night, a blood moon hung in the sky, never to set.
Di Yuan fell. The last Supreme of Xuanyuan Domain died betrayed by his Dao companion. With his last strength, he laid a curse: from then on, female cultivators would face tenfold the inner demon tribulation when breaking through, and the path to supremacy would be severed forever. Thirty-seven million people died in battle. An era came to an end.
Four hundred years later.
A young man named Tianlin crawled out of the snow in the Burial Immortals Mist Gorge and headed east with an old sword on his back.
He had no idea where he was going. He only knew that the sword called Yongji was still waiting.
He met many people along the way. He saved people and killed them; he poisoned and stitched wounds; he mended someone's clothes, and castrated someone else before sprinkling them with fire marrow. He did not know whether he was a good person. He only knew to kill those who deserved to die and save those who deserved to be saved.
In another valley, Ye Wushuang was twenty-four and a First-Rank Immortal. With the Primordial Sacred Body, he was the heir of the Guizang Sacred Land and the hope of all Xuanyuan Domain.
But he did not like this identity.
He had a younger brother. A brother who valued him more than life itself, a brother who took his pain upon himself. If he had to choose, he would choose his brother. If he had to betray someone, he would betray Xuanyuan Domain.
The blood moon remained. The sword was still waiting. The story was not over.
"That generation bled themselves dry just to give us an era where we can afford to wait."
