The Peerless Vermilion Beauty of a Thousand Years

The battle more than a thousand years ago had no clear victor, yet its brutality gripped the heart, mysteriously frozen in the vastness of time. So many years later, centuries removed from that era, the air still occasionally carries the pungent, rusty stench of blood, as though ceaselessly reminding people of the appalling horrors of that time.

And now, in this age of advanced technology, ever-changing celestial bodies, and rampant online games, who can still remember the prosperity and decline, love and hatred, partings in life and death of days gone by?

All the bright clamor of the mortal world vanished at once.

The young Mu Ye, kind as a child, unwittingly stirred up a storm of bloodshed buried for years. As the spokesperson for the first online game, A Millennium, he underwent the trials of human nature, then journeyed through layer upon layer of time with two women bound to him by fate, returning to a thousand years ago to continue the unfinished, doomed war that destiny had set before him.

On the scroll before his departure were four words, impossible to defy or undo.

“Death alone, never defeat.”

And so, in that moment, every drop of blood was spilled. The cuckoos cried, each call sounding like blood, “Come home, come home.”