In the heavens stands the White Jade Capital, with twelve towers and five cities. An immortal strokes my head, and with my hair tied up, I receive eternal life.
Immortal Lord Qing Que is the only immortal in heaven or on earth who was carried up to the immortal realm by someone else and got to coast. No one could deny his good fortune.
But he considered such extraordinary blessings an insult and a calamity, and threw himself from the Executioner's Terrace.
All the immortals thought he had gone mad.
Unfortunately, the Immortal Venerable who had brought him to the immortal realm also seemed close to losing his mind.
That would be a grave matter, and people sensed trouble. They tried to find a stand-in, only to see the two of them together in the mortal realm: one in plain robes, standing against the wind, with ice melting and snow disappearing, a brilliant dice charm between his fingers; the other in black, robes whipping, infernal flames surging, an extraordinary sword gleaming in his arms.
A perfect pair.
When Qing Que leapt from the Executioner's Terrace, he meant to wager on a world turned upside down. Beneath the terrace, heavenly thunder raged and blades of wind pressed in, stripping flesh from bone, yet he felt no pain. Of course it didn't hurt, because he had already drowned for years in a sea of torment, the most painful place of all.
His heart had turned to ash, but he still remembered that a wager awaited him, one he had to meet.
He cut through every obstacle to reach it, and the other party kept their promise.
This time, the wager was on.
Theme: Across a thousand mountains and rivers, dawn will finally break; after countless changes in the world, never abandon what your heart first sought
