Hundreds of years ago, after the Li Yao Ceremony, the world was divided into five parts. The Bai family in Baigu Town, the Wang family in Heiheling, the Jing family in Lingjiange, the Yu family in Yulincheng, and the Sheng family in Qixingtai dominated the sky. Offering sacrifices at the Yao Altar, the three kings of the sun, moon and stars were granted the title. Lin Can is dead... Qixingtai Xingluo Inn, "Have you heard that after the death of Lord Xingyu, Wentian Palace held the most powerful Yao Altar sacrifice in a century, and the new heir was not from the Sheng family?" "Ah, this is really unheard of." "That's right. It has never happened before. Not to mention that Sheng Changzhi, a descendant of the Sheng family, is the eldest grandson of the Sheng family. With such a bloodline, coupled with the moral character and cultivation of a god, tsk Tsk tsk..." "Then who succeeded him?" "I heard it was a boy from Yulin City. What's his name? Lin Huan, yes, Xingxuan... This time it's time to call him Xing Huanjun." Twenty years ago... On the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, on a summer night, stars were falling like rain. Lin Yue and Bai Ye gave their twins to their father, Lin Gu, and then died... The twins were twins, and their parents had already decided on their names, brother Lin Huan and sister Lin Can. Twenty years later... Jing Yi of Lingjiang Pavilion looked at the stars, her tightly closed lips seemed to have made up her mind, and she slowly uttered the word "Xuan..." She searched for the sword. The moon gradually waxed in love with the forest garden. She fell in love with Jing Tianshu at first sight. She didn't know Lin Xingxuan's deep love.
Concept: The passing months and years are swaying in the storm