Ten Thousand Years to Become a Demon

The long road to immortality winds on, with cause and effect turning in a cycle. The Great Way must be walked alone, one lone figure stumbling onward. A single thought can make one an immortal, or a demon. Ten thousand years of obsession ultimately become a calamity, a sin.

During the War of Investiture, she stood in white with ink-black hair, a great bow in her hand. In a cold voice, she said, "Yang Jian, will you step aside or not?"

In the rolling yellow sands, a snow-white figure let out a soft sigh. "You always used to call me Senior Brother..."