On the night when the Cangwu Kingdom was destroyed, the ice crystal lotus pattern on the back of her neck burned like a brand, and Ming Yue realized that she was not the princess of the destroyed country. The young master of Cangming Palace's double eyes reflected the same tear mole as the first generation palace master. The thorn pattern on the heart of the Zhenguo general was entangled with the souls of seven dead generals. And deep in the chain pattern on the spine of Prince Dayin, there was a Shenhou bell that resonated with her fate pattern.
This is a world where fate lines are shackles. The imprint of cause and effect left behind by a monk breaking through the realm is like a ladder to heaven and a reminder of life. When the three-hundred-year catastrophe comes again, Ming Yue is forced to get involved in the battle for the earthly branches and spiritual treasures, only to discover that the so-called catastrophe is actually the inner demon of the first-generation palace master. What's even more deadly is that her life mark is the core of restarting the wheel of rebirth - it is also the most perfect container in the eyes of all greedy people.
Every time Xuan Xiao's thorns pierce her heart, the lotus pattern on the back of her neck will bloom an extra petal; when Yun Wuya's double pupils imprint memories, frost will crawl from his life patterns all over his eyelashes; the moment Xie Jinglan's Dragon Prison Chain penetrates her shoulder blades, the Shenhou Bell rings for the first time in three hundred years. The balance of fate lines tilts silently, the bloody dependence during hot spring healing, the memory dislocation during double-pupil observation, and the fatal siphon in the black market auction house. Every touch is rewriting the weight of cause and effect.
When the ultimate truth of the Wheel of Rebirth was revealed, Ming Yue pointed her sword at the three entwined bloodlines of fate: General Zhenguo made his heart into a sealed cocoon, the young master of Cangming Hall cut out his eyes and turned them into ice lotus, and the prince of the Wu clan broke his spine to build the Soul Crossing Bridge. When the code was taking shape, she held tightly the pen that had been stained with the blood of three people - this time, she wanted to burn away the madness of the first palace owner and rewrite in the ashes the cause and effect that was not allowed to be touched by heaven.
Intention: True freedom is not to cut off fate, but to find a heartbeat that is willing to fall together in the entanglement of thousands of causes and effects.