Destiny Horizon

In a Victorian fantasy world where divine power and royal power are intertwined, Silverstream City is the most chaotic pearl on the border. The roar of steam machinery resonates with the bells of ancient churches, spiritual essences circulate in the black market, and heretical whispers about the imprisonment of the "Creator" spread quietly in the dark alleys. Li Yan woke up here and took over the body of an ancient existence named "Zephiel". He was given the motto: "The thread of fate can only be intertwined three times." The price is unknown and irreversible. Coming from modern society, he decided to use absolute rationality to survive in this mysterious and crisis-ridden world. He hid in Silverstream City, relying on the awakened power of ice, snow and silence to explore his way home and the mystery of himself in the shadows. During a late-night trip to the capital to pursue clues about the "Origin-Searching Society," he encountered a hunt on the rooftops of the old port area that was beyond human comprehension. Under the moonlight, a pure black figure looked like a ghost, its movements precise, swift, and without any redundancy. The specially-made action suit perfectly outlines his powerful figure. Every time he swings his sword, it brings out the cold holy light, completely purifying the twisted monsters. At the end of the battle, the man stood at the junction of moonlight and blood, neatly sheathed his sword, and then calmly took off his blood-stained tactical mask. An eighteen-year-old face was revealed, as delicate as a doll, with meticulous black hair. There was no joy or exhaustion after completing the task in the ice-blue eyes, only a pure indifference like a frozen lake. Eyes facing each other. The moment the Holy Son saw Li Yan's face clearly, cracks appeared for the first time on his face that had been frozen for thousands of years. He pressed his temples where there was sudden severe pain, staggered a step, and looked at Li Yan with eyes full of fatal attraction and cold murderous intent that even he couldn't understand, originating from instinct. "I found you," he whispered to himself, as if he was executing a new instruction, but his voice contained a trace of confusion that was barely noticeable, "... Danger level, extremely high priority." Since then, Li Yan has been listed as a key surveillance target by the most powerful sword in the Holy See, codenamed "Heart of Silence". The Son appears expressionless wherever he may be, euphemistically "watching for potential threats." He would silently follow Li Yan, and when he was being harassed by underground gangs, he would use the most standard fighting skills to knock everyone down in an instant. Then he would turn around and look at Li Yan with that cold face, quietly stuffing him with a hot pie that came from someone else's stall, and say in a flat tone: "You can't die yet." He would sit in the corner of the "Dust and Mystery" bookstore, holding a copy of "Atlas of the Birds of the Continent" and reading it carefully, while his shoulder was carefully used as a landing pad by the mechanical robin raised by Li Yan. His body was stiff and he did not dare to move. Li Yan, this unfaithful stranger, calmly examined this clumsy and innocent approach from the Vatican's murderous weapon. He needs strength and the relic that was sealed by the Holy See and is said to be able to glimpse destiny. And the key to obtaining it seems to lie in the strongest fighting force who looks cold on the outside but seems to be blank inside. When he was nineteen years old, he took advantage of this specialness to drag Elian, who was twenty years old and still had his eyes light up when he said "well done", down from the altar and into a deeper quagmire called "Li Yan". When he was twenty-one years old and on the eve of being awarded the command of the Supreme Knights of the Holy See, Li Yan obtained the relics. As fireworks filled the city cheering for the young hero, Li Yan turned around under the bright light and disappeared into the dark alley, leaving him with a completely collapsed world. ——The necklace around the neck is burning, and the thread of fate tightens and burns silently. He thought that what was severed was just a troublesome bond. Five years passed suddenly. Li Yan was twenty-four years old and established his own silent kingdom on the ruins of the northern border. Until the blizzard in the north was torn apart by invisible forces. The twenty-six-year-old Holy Son came in person. He was still wearing a pure black action uniform, but he wore a cardinal's scarlet-trimmed cloak that symbolized the supreme force. At his waist was a holy sword that had killed countless evil spirits. The blank space of the past was filled by the violence of five years of conquest and search, leaving only paranoid madness. He stepped up the steps of the Frozen King step by step, trapping Li Yan on the throne. His cold fingers touched the necklace that had never been taken off, and his voice was as hoarse as the final judgment: "It gives you a glimpse into your destiny..." "Then did it tell you -" He raised his hand, and around his wrist was a dark blue gold ribbon that had faded but was still intact - it was the first "invitation from the Holy See" that Li Yan received in Silver Stream City. "The marks you left back then will become my guide to find you." "Li Yan," he leaned over, his breath cold, "This time, it's me who will 'observe' you forever, even if it's a substitute." --- Highlights: · Reunion of old enemies and strong showdown · Bai Yueguang becomes crazy and criticizes (very innocent) & is rational and calm but has to accept it without any limit? · Chasing Wife Crematorium (but it may be burned in the wrong direction) · Use the extreme pull intertwined with sincerity · A grand world view and rigorous settings (Long story, it takes a while to attack the field, and the big map will move everywhere) Intention: I will embrace you through time, space and the torrent of destiny