Drunk in the Hall of Immortality

Handsome and sweet-talking merman prince, actually a troublemaking demon king: bottom

Cold and ruthless Fire God, actually an indulgent and loyal puppy: top

[Blurb]

When the Creator first formed the universe, his soul returned to dust, and his true body became countless wisps of spiritual energy scattered across the Six Realms.

That day, the last naturally born demon in the world glimpsed an opportunity and transformed into a strange creature with green hair, blue eyes, and double pupils. Favored by the Heavenly Dao, he became the demon beast guarding Mount Fanjing.

Years passed. The demon grew greedy, broke free of his shackles, and during the second catastrophe between Heaven and Earth, swallowed the chaotic energy the Creator had used to fill the Four Seas. He proclaimed himself king, seized the Seven Valleys of Yanyu, and wreaked havoc across the land.

Three hundred years ago, the Fire God Ying Feng, acting on the Heavenly Emperor's command, burned the demon's soul away above Yanyu and refined his bones. It became a celebrated tale throughout the Six Realms.

Three hundred years later, in the Dragon-Silk Palace of the Merman King, among the thousand cliffs of Xishan in the South Sea, the thirteenth prince, Yi Shuo, was born. A divine seal shaped like a fire lotus between his brows drew the gods to offer their congratulations.

The Bodhi of the West bestowed his blessings, and the Celestial Venerable of the East sang a hymn for him. Yet the newborn prince was no divine child.

He opened his eyes and saw, among the guests who had come to the feast, the very God of Light who had killed him with his own hands in his previous life.

In the Hall of Eternal Life, forty-nine heavenly flames burned day and night. They burned the bones of the Fire God Ying Feng and refined the soul of the demon of Yanyu.

He held his sword to his enemy's throat and demanded to know what grudge could make him sever his soul and destroy his body.

Ying Feng ignored the sword's edge and kissed his brow, then said:

The Heavenly Dao should not have harmed you, and the demonic body was never your true form.

Your Highness.

Long ago, two disciples under Zhuanxu cultivated the Heavenly Dao together and ascended as one. In the land of Qiong Sang, by the banks of the Ruo River, one was sovereign and the other his subject.

You've forgotten for so long.

I've waited for you for a hundred and twenty thousand years.

Theme: A good young socialist