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She is the Kunlun Ruins' good-for-nothing, a Foundation Establishment cultivator for three hundred years. Silver markings that grow warm are hidden at her fingertips, and even her breathing seems to leak spiritual energy. Yet whenever she catches the scent of osmanthus, an inexplicable ache stirs in her heart.
She is the Tianshu Sect's Venerable Immortal, a five-hundred-year-old Divinity Transformation cultivator. Her right eye is marked with purple patterns entwined with vines, and her sword can cleave the stars. Yet when she glimpses that silver mark, ripples stir in the lake of her heart, still for three hundred years, and even she doesn't understand why.
Beneath the osmanthus tree in the forbidden grounds, the instant a demon clan token collides with the primordial chaos source
"Who are you?"
"I... think I've seen you before."
One is the last surviving scion of a spirit clan, scorned by the immortal sects. The other is a planted pawn controlled by the demon clan.
When osmanthus blossoms drift down to cover their shoulders, they finally realize:
Their names are hidden in the memories that were erased;
The wounds left by their blades, turned against each other, bleed with blood from the same source.
The immortal sects want her dead, the demon clan wants her alive, but all she wants is
"This time, let me protect you."
From Kunlun's snow to the demon realm's flames, from bitter rivals to companions who would die for each other.
It turns out fate was set in motion by that half piece of osmanthus cake three hundred years ago
"You are both my tribulation and my salvation."
Theme: Break free from a fate defined by others
