When chaos first gave way to order, a wisp of spring snow descended from the heavens and became Ling Xue. She dwelled in the Kunlun Snowlands, untouched by the world.
At the bottom of the Ruins of Eternal Night, Xuan Ye had been sealed away for ten thousand years by countless Immortal Venerables. People said he was a bloodthirsty killer who sought to overthrow the Three Realms, a calamity doomed never to see the light.
When a secret realm collapsed, Ling Xue stumbled into the abyss of eternal night, where she met Xuan Ye, a fallen god who had lain dormant for ten thousand years.
Darkness gnawed at his soul. Only her spring-snow spiritual power could briefly soothe the hellfire that burned through his bones and spirit.
At first, they depended on each other to survive. With time, love took root, and snow and eternal night nurtured their feelings at the bottom of the ruins, unknown to all.
The laws of heaven were strict, immortals and demons could never walk the same path, and a fallen god could not be with a spirit.
The immortal sects discovered their bond and launched a massive hunt, spreading a prophecy: if spring snow met eternal night, the Three Realms would freeze over and all living things would suffer.
Every sin, calamity, and disaster was blamed on Xuan Ye. Every choice, judgment, and shackle was placed upon Ling Xue.
The immortal sects forced her to kill Xuan Ye with her own original snow power, eradicating the source of eternal night's calamity once and for all.
Immortal soldiers lined the sky, their swordlight piercing the darkness of the ruins.
Xuan Ye gazed quietly at her, willing to die, asking only that she escape unharmed.
Everyone said that spring snow was fleeting, unable to shine through a night that had lasted ten thousand years, and that holy Ling Xue should not be tainted by a fallen god's sins.
But Ling Xue shattered the countless swords and stood before him.
Spring snow has no roots, and the long night has no light.
If the mortal world will not let us stay together, then I will become a snowfall of spring over the eternal night. I will use my spirit core as fuel to light up his endless, lonely night.
Even if the snow melts, my soul scatters, and I face eternal damnation, I will never regret meeting him at the bottom of the ruins.
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