The Demon Venerable Sacrificed Himself, and the Immortal Venerable Regretted It to the Point of Heartbreak

[Male-Male Romance + Angst + Devoted to Each Other]

[An unfeeling immortal Venerable as the pursuer × a lovesick Demon Venerable with a secret crush as the pursued]

Yuqing, an immortal Venerable, has cultivated the Unfeeling Dao for a thousand years, his heart as cold as ice. Mo Yuan, the decisive and ruthless Demon Venerable, is hopelessly in love with that unreachable iceberg and no one else. For a thousand years, he has endured in silence, shielding Yuqing from countless disasters. He willingly offers up his soul and the blood from his heart, asking for nothing in return.

Until Yuqing, seeking to prove his Unfeeling Dao, drives a dagger into Mo Yuan’s heart with his own hands. Mo Yuan smiles as he goes to his death. “Take my life. Let it prove your Dao.” Even as his soul scatters, he still shields Yuqing from a calamity that threatens heaven and earth.

After Mo Yuan dies, Yuqing’s hair turns white overnight. Clutching that drop of scorching heart’s blood, his Dao heart, frozen for a thousand years, shatters with a roar. The Demon Venerable he had treated as his archenemy had long been the only light in his heart. Driven to madness, he searches all three realms, endures the Nine Heavens’ tribulation, and uses half his immortal essence as a sacrifice, crying out to call back the soul that has vanished.

Mo Yuan is reborn, but his body is as fragile as glass. His demonic power is spent, his spiritual meridians shattered, and even a chill breeze could kill him. Yuqing turns a thousand-year glacier into tenderness, clumsily yet devotedly doting on and protecting him. He learns to cook for Mo Yuan and burns down the kitchen, announces in front of everyone, “This one is my Dao companion,” and even shares his life with him through a soul-binding pact.

From the summit of Kunlun to the deep Valley of Forgetfulness, the unfeeling immortal learns tenderness, and the broken Demon Venerable learns to be loved. At last, white hair and dark tresses nestled together, they watch the sun set over the land.

It turns out the end of the Unfeeling Dao is growing old together with you. And every love that comes too late will cross life and death at last, melting ice into spring.