Zhaowu Qinghanlu

In Zhaowu's twilight years, the mountains and rivers were bloody The Zhenbei Palace was destroyed overnight, Lin Qinghan's soul returned to the cauldron and was shattered, and was reborn in the blood and fire with the soul of another world. The factions in the court are raging, the Immortal Sect is high in the clouds, the demon clan is ready to move, and the aristocratic clans are secretly communicating with the devil. The powerful man embraces the moon, the powerful families in the north, old hatreds and new hatreds, and the net is drawn layer by layer. When the dynasty is about to fall, she wants to use her cold body to stir up the troubled times, repay the blood debts of the family, and embark on an unprecedented road to conquer the mountains and rivers. Frost and snow are blades, and the coldness penetrates into the bones. I don't seek immortality in this life, I just seek— A frosty sword fills Zhaowu, and blood debts are paid with blood to illuminate the mountains and rivers.