The Ninth Hundred Year Since My Dao Companion Sacrificed Themself for Me

1.

Helping an evil wyrm ascend to dragonhood in the guise of a true god was Shi Wuchen's final mission before retiring from the Space-Time Book Bureau. Once the mission was complete, he would never again risk himself for a great demon who had strayed from the right path.

Becoming cultivation partners had been his mistake, the result of failing to see through the demon. When the demon killed him, he died without resistance.

He never expected the evil wyrm to keep a wisp of his divine consciousness for nine hundred years, forcing Shi Wuchen to return to the book.

The demon lies about everything. He says he no longer wants to become a dragon. All he wants is Shi Wuchen.

Shi Wuchen smiled, his voice gentle. "When you shattered my soul with the Godslaying Blade, you said you had no regrets in this life."

2.

The wyrm wanted to steal a true god's power to become a dragon, but after killing the god, he regretted it.

The demon ancestor who once shook the mountains and seas is trapped in an old dream stained with blood and crane feathers, where the Godslaying Blade pierces his chest again and again.

He lies beside Shi Wuchen's long-cold immortal body, gazing at that face as if enchanted, dreaming for nine hundred years.

Only when he trades his chance to become a dragon for a resurrection artifact does he finally wake from his long dream.

At last, he sees clearly that becoming a dragon was never what he was obsessed with.

3.

Beneath a storm of thunder, a dragon's cry resounds across the mountains and seas. All living beings prostrate themselves and bow in submission. The soul of the Dragon Ancestor, born of heaven and earth, returns to its rightful place. A graceful crane stands on his back.

Moral: Keep a kind heart, and you can see things through to the end.