"Born to be a consumable for the lock rings, every thousand years I am supposed to be sent to the altar to replenish the earth veins."
I am Lingji, a primordial spirit forged from ore by the Human Emperor. My soul is engraved with sacrificial runes. I have slept for ten thousand years in the Black Abyss, waiting for the day I am sent to my death.
Until Yun Shuo, bearing the Abyssal Vein, leapt from a cliff. His hot blood broke the seal within the pearl and became the only bond in her lonely years.
"Everyone fears my abyssal aura, but you alone have never thought of me as a calamity."
Xuan Chen, who took them in, had gentle features and concealed a bitter heartbreak from a thousand years ago.
The image of his beloved spirit being forced to sacrifice herself tormented him day and night. To overthrow the cruel old order, he had spent years harboring the remnant soul of the Abyssal Lord and laying his plans.
Pear blossoms drifted through the pear grove as he raised a cup of soul-severing wine. His voice was full of struggle. "Only by erasing your shared memories can the Human Emperor's runes be prevented from tracking your origins."
The sound of Sheng Wu's pipa trembled as she urged softly, "How is severing your souls any different from those officials forcing you to sacrifice yourself?"
Qingqiu He Yao, covered in life-vein jade, was just like me, a living source of energy that anyone could exploit in the eyes of the world. "Why should we be born only to have our vitality drained away?"
The rebel Ling Xiao stood with his halberd in hand, frankly stating why he had started the uprising. "I saw the previous spirit shatter on the altar with my own eyes. This thousand-year-old rule should have been abolished long ago."
Mo Yan bore the blood feud of his entire clan, destroyed by the Abyssal disaster, yet in the end he stood beside us. "Balancing the earth veins has never required our lives as fuel."
Theme: Oppose the powerful rules that sacrifice the few to benefit the many