And So the Snowstorm Fell at Night

Ying Suifeng began training in the mountains at three, practiced Qi at seven, established his foundation at twelve, and formed his Golden Core at eighteen. The entire cultivation world praised him as "a phoenix among men, unmatched in beauty and grace."

As the greatest prodigy on the Divine Arrival Continent, Ying Suifeng made a name for himself at a young age and never lost a battle. At eighteen, he and his longtime senior brother, Wen Yaoyin, confessed their feelings for each other, and he won the heart of his beloved.

He lived a smooth and happy life until he turned twenty. Then one day, Wen Yaoyin, who had once exchanged vows of eternal love with him beneath the moon and among the flowers, suddenly stabbed him in the back.

"I'm sorry, junior brother. I've fallen in love with someone else," Wen Yaoyin said coldly and resolutely.

Ying Suifeng spat out a mouthful of blood. Trembling, he reached out. Before he could even ask "Why?", Wen Yaoyin unhesitatingly stabbed him a second time.

In an instant, his world came crashing down, and everyone turned against him. Somehow, Ying Suifeng became the reincarnated Demon God, a target for every cultivator to kill. Driven to the brink, he fell in despair into the Void Realm, said to be capable of annihilating everything.

And so, a generation's greatest prodigy fell.

Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, he crawled out of the Void Realm, neither fully human nor ghost.

And Wen Yaoyin had changed his heart again and again and again.

Once more, his beloved was Ying Suifeng, who had died a hundred years ago.

But Ying Suifeng had no interest in playing along with his tedious love games again. The greatest demon on the Divine Arrival Continent had long since severed all ties to love. The razor-sharp Zhaoxue Sword pointed straight at Wen Yaoyin's brow. "I'm not dead. I've come to return the sword thrust you gave me back then."

And so, wind and snow descended into the night.

A story of lovers who missed their chance, but not quite, and a love steeped in hatred and anguish.

P.S. There was more to what happened back then. Neither the top nor the bottom was at fault.

Theme: A deep love for one's first beloved, growing old together