[Outsider D] Ling Luo

[Dual protagonists, dual storylines, a slow-burn pace]

Those were the darkest years, when the sorrow of death was etched into the depths of the world.

Then came the most brilliant twelve years. He rose at the darkest hour of dusk, then vanished just as dawn was about to break.

After that, countless people painted three hundred years of history in blood.

And now,

In an endless cycle of confusion, his past has crumbled into disarray, like scattered sand.

Consumed by an unquenchable hatred, his future is doomed to a dead end.