"He was willing to lose his soul in exchange for her rebirth, but she went against the odds and changed her fate to reshape his reincarnation."
The filthiest prisoner in the Nether Realm wants to take off the brightest moon in the temple.
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Yun Zhaoyue will always remember that rainy night.
The blood-eyed boy held the broken blade against her throat, but his body riddled with demonic energy was greedy for the cedar fragrance in her palm. She pulled out the soul-locking nail from his spine with her own hands, but she didn't know that the wolf cub had already carved her name into the reverse scale.
Later, when the human world collapsed, she stepped onto the altar with a smile: "It's a good deal to exchange me for the peace of the people."
However, the red-eyed man crushed his life chart and thrust it into his arms: "The priest has done all his calculations, but has he ever calculated--"
He kissed the bloody moon between her eyebrows and allowed the spirit-devouring array to swallow up her soul:
"I would rather destroy the spiritual veins of heaven and earth than tamper with your fate."
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A hundred years later, by the fountain of rebirth, the white-haired priest cried while holding an ignorant baby.
The reborn boy was lively and bright, but when he looked at her, his eyes were full of strangeness: "Why is my sister always crying?"
Until the old oath engraved on the Pisces Pendant awakened, he stroked the red lines in her hair and sneered:
"In exchange for a hundred years of life, I will be reborn... Yun Zhaoyue, you are indeed the most ruthless gambler."
What he thought was their first encounter was her reunion spanning a hundred years.
Intent: When pure soul becomes the anchor of immortality, hope itself is the most elegant rebellion against absurdity.