Jinheshan

At the end of the Jing Dynasty, the golden powder of the prosperous age was surrounded by an undercurrent of blood. The queen of intelligence, Shen Zhaoxue, pretended to be a pipa performer in the misty rain of Jiangnan. When she broke through the shocking secret message with her slender fingers, the cold blade was already at her throat - the sword edge of Pei Yan, the king of Jing'an at that time, reflected the looming phoenix blood marks on her neck. The shipping account books were soaked in the salty smell of dead bodies, and the flow of silver cast from salt and iron eroded the lifeblood of the dynasty. Two hunters with different motives were forced to hold the same sword. The jade that destroyed his family's enemy hung on the edge of his sword, and the fire that burned the dragon's veins was hidden in her sleeve, but their fingers were intertwined in the bloody night of annihilating the Seven Kills Alliance. When the wolf cavalry tramples the moonlight at the border, and the altar dragon pillar swallows the blood of the royal orphan, the divine prophecy from twenty years ago finally tears open the gorgeous scab: if you want to ignite a new fire in this decaying mountain and river, you must first throw yourself into the last handful of embers. Intent: In the web of lies, only the courage to face the truth and the wisdom to transcend hatred can break the cycle of fate. True strength is not to conquer others, but to maintain the dignity of human nature amidst the torn apart of power, love, and fate, and to rebuild new life on top of the ruins.