As an ancestor of Xuanmen who has lived for a thousand years, I was forced to make a deal with Heaven when I ascended.
Save the prince of Liang whose fate was taken away and whose life was not long gone.
But when I tore apart time and space and stepped into the East Palace Bedroom, I saw the sick and frail prince leaning on the couch, wiping his sword slowly.
He looked up at me, his eyes filled with ice and scrutiny.
"I don't need anyone to save my life."
I suddenly remembered that the demon king who was killed by my sword a hundred years ago seemed to have looked at me with such eyes.
But now, the chain of heaven is burning in my soul, reminding me that if he dies, I will also destroy the soul.
Intention: I set the rules and write the script.
