Lei Yi transmigrated to a cultivation world, scraping by on salvaged scraps and begging for food.
One day, while crouching in a tree hollow and chewing on a moldy biscuit, he saw a woman with an incredible figure undergoing a lightning tribulation. The lightning tore away all her clothes, leaving a dazzling expanse of pale skin that hurt his eyes.
She was about to be struck to death.
Lei Yi rushed out, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and ran. The lightning chased after him.
A bolt struck the back of his head, and a voice appeared in his mind: “Demon of Lightning, Zhong Su. Fusion rate: 1%.”
He survived. So did she.
When she woke up and saw his tattered clothes covering her, the first thing she said was, “You saw me naked.”
The second was, “I’ve been a widow for thirty years. You’ll have to take responsibility.”
Before Lei Yi could even curse her out, three bolts of execution lightning shot up from the horizon. Her face turned deathly pale. “Someone has activated the execution protocol.”
Silver-blue markings lit up on both their palms.
A life-sharing curse.
If she died, he died. If he died, the seal would break. Three thousand miles of Yucheng would become a lightning domain.
She returned to the city to resume her place as Empress Dowager. He fled north for his life. Three hundred miles down the road, a voice sounded in his mind again.
“Host’s spiritual energy is steadily declining. It will reach the danger threshold within seventy-two hours.”
Standing by the Canglan River, Lei Yi let out a curse.
Then he turned and headed south.
On the stone wall of the underground palace, she had left a line of writing.
“Qingya Ferry, third locust tree. Don’t come, and you’re a dog.”
