Three hundred years ago, immortals and demons followed different paths, separated by the rigid barriers of the Heavenly Dao.
Back then, Yun Shuo was mired in misery, lowly and destitute. Qing Wan, the favored daughter of the immortal realm, defied rules and public condemnation to reach out and save him from endless darkness. She gave him warmth and a glimmer of light, becoming the sole obsession and salvation in his desolate life.
But immortals and demons were enemies, and fate would not allow them to be together.
She was condemned as a traitor to the immortals for protecting a demon. In the end, she climbed the Execution Platform and sacrificed herself for the Dao. The wind on that towering platform cut to the bone. One sentence, "We are through," shattered all the hopes he had held for half his life.
From then on, the insignificant creature of the past fought his way upward, wading through blood and conflict for a hundred years.
He quelled the civil strife in the demon realm and purged his enemies in every direction, ultimately ascending to become the Supreme Demon Lord. With the power of life and death over all three realms in his hands, he made every demon bow and every immortal sect wary.
The world feared him as cold, violent, bloodthirsty, and merciless, and cursed him as the demon who would bring down the three realms.
No one knew that he had stained his hands with blood at every step to the top, not for ambition or the throne.
Power was nothing but a bargaining chip with which to defy fate. The vast realm of demons meant less to him than a fraction of the tenderness she had once shown him.
Alone and cold at the summit, he spent ten thousand years in silence, guarding a broken jade pendant carved with a Lingxiao flower. His obsession was etched into his bones; he had never let go.
Just as he stabilized the demon realm and resolved to search all three realms for her, a wisp of immortal power that seemed to belong to someone he knew suddenly appeared, then vanished in an instant.
Under the roiling currents of the demon realm lay a carefully laid trap, concealing truths and conspiracies buried for three hundred years.
The throne would be his tomb, and his devotion its sacrifice.
In this life, he feared neither the Heavenly Dao's retribution nor the infamy of countless generations. He wanted only to break through the divide between immortals and demons and find the treasure he had lost a hundred years ago.
Even if he had to bear the enmity of all three realms, he would gladly do so, if only she would return.
Theme: To remain devoted despite the constraints of fate, defy the chains of destiny, and pursue the one you love.
