Heaven and earth gave rise to four realms: the Immortal, Demon, Spirit, and Underworld realms, where the righteous and the wicked followed separate paths.
Rong Qing, Venerable Immortal of Lingxiao, cultivated the Way of Supreme Detachment. Clad in immaculate white, he was free of desire and love, saw romance as a demonic obstacle, and cared only for the order of the Heavenly Dao. He was utterly indifferent to all things. Yet Yi Yuan, the Demon Lord, had been obsessed with him for millennia. He severed seven of his own demon bones, sealed away ninety percent of his demonic power, and disguised himself as a low-ranking rogue cultivator, quietly remaining at Lingxiao Palace for three thousand years. He endured contempt and curses from both the Immortal and Demon realms, giving everything to protect Rong Qing, only to be met with scorn, reprimands, and cold indifference.
A catastrophe suddenly struck the four realms. An ancient evil ran rampant, and only a sacrifice of the origins of both the Immortal and Demon realms could save all living beings. The price was the annihilation of one’s soul, with no chance of rebirth for all eternity. Rong Qing resolved to sacrifice himself for the Dao. When Yi Yuan learned of this, he broke through his seal, burned away his demon bones and demonic power, and fought his way through a river of blood to the altar. He shoved Rong Qing away just as he was about to be sacrificed.
“You protect the living. I’ll die in your place.”
The red-robed Demon Lord leaped into the heart of the evil, sacrificing his soul and essence-blood to bring peace to the four realms. His body vanished piece by piece, leaving not even a remnant of his soul. “A Yuan, thank you for coming back and for being willing to forgive me.”
“For the rest of our lives, the three of us will be a family. I’ll stay by your side forever, protect you, love you, and never leave you, in this life or any life to come.”
This romance between an immortal and a demon, born of obsession and steeped in bone-deep torment, endured separation and death, endured millennia of regret, and at last found the long-awaited promise of a life together and a happy ending.
He gave up his heartless ways for him and held fast to true love; he gave up his life for him, and at last found his way home.
At Misty Immortal Abode, spring reigned all year round. From then on, there were no Venerable Immortal or Demon Lord, only two lovers and a child, living happily and peacefully together, year after year, for the rest of their lives.
Until his beloved faded away, Rong Qing’s heart of the Dao, honed over ten thousand years, shattered
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