Huh? You Want Me to Mend the Sky?

[Beautiful, powerful, tragic war god on the receiving end × younger attacking swordsman prodigy]

One day, the sky split open, and monstrous beasts poured out.

His beauty was outshone only by the renown of Mo Yunji's achievement: protecting an entire region through his own efforts.

Yet no one knew that his legs had been crippled in the process, that he lost his friends after achieving victory, or that his former comrades forced him to sacrifice himself to mend the sky.

As he opened his eyes once more on the brink of death, he found himself in another world, where someone had taken him home.

This world had no rift in the sky. It was peaceful and tranquil, and Mo Yunji enjoyed a few good days.

But four years later, the two worlds suddenly merged.

A killing formation descended from the heavens, and his enemies came crashing through the mountains.

The flames of karmic retribution scorched the sky, as his enemy sneered, "Why fear mending the sky if it's for all living beings?"

With old and new grudges before him, Mo Yunji raised his longbow and aimed an arrow at the firmament:

"You want to use me to mend the sky? I'll use you to mend it!"

Only this time, he was surrounded by people who loved and protected him.

The young Sword Sovereign looked down on them with his sword in hand. "He's the finest moon in the world. If you want to kill him, you'll have to get past my sword."

The saint of medicine and poison smiled with a blade hidden in his words. "I advise you all to step back if you want to leave alive."

The master of formations said expressionlessly, "Agreed."

The immortal followed, brimming with murderous intent. "Who dares lay a hand on a member of the Mo family?"

*

The young master of Zixiao Manor was extraordinarily gifted, sharp and brilliant, aloof and arrogant, as if nothing in the world could catch his eye.

The day he found Mo Yunji, Tan Yang had meant to kill him with a single stroke, thinking he was a spy. But the person lying in the snow was as beautiful as the moon, breathtakingly so.

On a whim, he kept him around. Before he knew it, he was thinking of him day and night, dreaming of him drinking beneath the moon.

He gladly offered him countless rare treasures,

loving and protecting him, doing everything he could to pull him from the mire of his past.

But Mo Yunji only treated him like a younger brother, and Tan Yang could bear it no longer.

He bound him with spirit-binding ropes and cornered him, their breaths mingling, hot and scorching.

"You said you only saw me as your little brother."

"But you were the one who said it felt good last night."

*

Once you comprehend the Dao and see your true self, why fear the old shackles of the past?

Reader's guide:

1. Two strong leads who dote on each other; the gong is still growing early on, but becomes top-tier in combat by the middle

2. The gong and shou love only each other, with an extremely strong mutual attraction

3. Not a traditional cultivation-leveling novel; my own setting

4. The shou's legs will heal in the middle

5. Slow burn, with roughly equal focus on romance and plot

6. TBD

Theme: Love is salvation