[Two male leads + ancient fantasy + disasters and an ensemble cast + sworn enemies + fate-bound tension]
The moment I came out of seclusion, the whole world started shipping me with my nemesis.
At first, I thought they were just bored and out of their minds.
Later, I realized they really had gone mad.
When the wishes of all living beings reached the heavens, the first one was...
“Please make Lord Zhaolu fall in love.”
And I happened to be the very last person who should have been pushed to his side.
I am Qiguang, in charge of the love shared by all living beings and the beauty of all things.
He is Zhaolu, the coldest and steadiest of the lords in Tianjing. He severs karma, judges right and wrong, and never shows favoritism.
One of us is most likely to be swept away by other people’s feelings; the other should never waver for anyone.
Yet the whole world insists on shipping us.
They shipped us so hard, they actually shipped a disaster into existence.
Yanchuan wants me to reply. Beishuo wants me to stay away. Nanzhao wants me not to wake.
Some use my name to answer the wishes of all living beings; others use his laws to silence the world.
They beg him to fall in love, even as they force me to turn back.
But what this game truly wants has never been the wishes of the people, nor a single moment of favoritism from Zhaolu...
It wants my name.
And that madman Zhaolu, though he should have been the one to cut me down with his own hands, ended up standing by my side, shielding me from a sky full of blades.
