Sang Jin hated Xuan Ming for three lifetimes.
In her first life, she died at his hands.
In her second, she waited for him her whole life, only to die at his hands again.
By the third, she had forgotten everything.
She remembered only one thing:
Don’t trust Xuan Ming.
So she avoided him, guarded against him, investigated him, and even severed the last lamp-protection pact between them with her own hands.
All she wanted to know was why the god who had once promised to protect her for life had become the one who killed her twice.
But the deeper she dug, the less the truth made sense.
Xuan Ming bore her old wounds.
Her name was carved into his divine bones.
Every day she lived brought him one step closer to losing his divine seat.
Only when Sang Jin tore open the fated lamp did she finally understand:
She thought she had died at Xuan Ming’s hands in all three lifetimes.
But she never knew that she had opened her eyes again in her third life only because he had traded half his divine bones for it.
Now, Heaven’s laws have issued another death decree:
The Lampbearer must give her life to deliver all souls.
This time, Xuan Ming is still prepared to die in her place.
But for the first time, Sang Jin steps in front of him.
“My life is mine to keep.”
“And I’m keeping yours, too.”
Then she raised her hand and lit the first lamp of rebellion against Heaven’s laws.
