My name is Wang Jinguang, the guardian of the forbidden arts of Maoshan and the descendant of Maoshan.
I swore never to associate with evil spirits.
Until I met her.
The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king kills armored corpses like tearing paper. When he opens his red eyes, hundreds of ghosts retreat. She was supposed to be my nemesis. But she blocked the master's evil-killing golden light for me, used her own origin to suppress my backlash, intertwined with my fingers in the sarcophagus, and shed the first tear for me in ten thousand years under the blood moon.
The senior brother said: We have different paths, and you and her are destined to have no results.
Black Robe said: You are just tools, the key to opening the forbidden door.
I say: Fuck fate.
I use my heart's blood to stabilize her soul, and she uses her Yin Yuan to cross over to me to extend her life. We signed a "blood contract of symbiosis" - live together, die together, and become evil together. From then on, her heartbeat echoed in my chest, and my warmth flowed in her blood. You ask me what is Tao?
Tao is her warmth in my arms.
