In the abyss of the East China Sea, thousands of dragons make pilgrimages.
The Glazed Dragon Palace hangs above vast expanse of blue waves, with dragon scales paving the ground, pearls and jade as beams, and pillars carved from ten thousand years of black ice surrounded by gilded auspicious clouds. Each cloud pattern is engraved with the supreme glory and majesty of the dragon clan. This is the holy land of the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas, the most respected place of the gods in the three realms, and it is also the hometown where I, Ao Lingxi, was born and raised.
I once thought that my life would be trapped in this glorious cage of gold coins forever. As the princess of the Yilong clan, I would guard the admiration treasured in my heart and watch the figure in white clothes win the snow, year after year, until the sea.
I never thought that a celestial phenomenon or a love would push me from the clouds into the quagmire, allowing me to taste the most painful sufferings in the three worlds and experience the most cruel tribulations in the three lives. I never thought that the good match I was destined for was never that high-altitude senior brother, but the mortal in the world who spanned three lives and was always waiting in the dim light.
