Three hundred years ago, Xie Fuguang, the Great Yin Dynasty's foremost Divine Marquis, sacrificed himself to the Dao and became a cinnabar mole in the heart of Jiang Wuyan, the Empress who ruled the Nine Realms, a memory too precious to touch.
Three hundred years later, he returns to life in another body, becoming a frail white-haired girl who couldn't hurt a fly. She is offered up to the imperial palace as a rare medicinal catalyst.
The tyrant Empress, her red robes stained with blood, lifts his chin and warns him coldly:
"Do not presume you will win my favor. I spare your life only because this perfect body is the best vessel for resurrecting 'him.' In three months, you will be sacrificed for him."
Xie Fuguang screams inwardly: Empress, get a grip! I'm the very person you've been waiting three hundred years for. You're just passing me from one hand to the other!
Unable to speak plainly because of the Heavenly Dao's binding curse, Xie Fuguang can only scrape by in the imperial palace through careful maneuvering.
At court, he rides the Emperor's favor to turn the tide and toy with hostile factions;
within the palace, the Empress is consumed by an extreme, maddening inner struggle:
"Why does she hold her teacup exactly like him? It must be some bewitching demon art!"
"I absolutely must not fall for this vessel. It would be a betrayal of Fuguang. I must punish myself with a penance scar!"
"But if anyone so much as lays a finger on her, I will wipe out their entire clan!"
Until the day the grand formation is activated. White hair is stained with blood, and the sword intent of an old friend from long ago shakes the highest heavens...
Watching the girl grow cold and dissolve in her arms, the peerless Empress, who had once been so haughty, sees her Dao heart collapse completely. She weeps blood, consumed by regret and madness!
