The Fiery Golden Eyes

A body of pure white, untouched by the mortal world. A soul of a thousand-year-old demon sovereign.

Spiritual energy upholds the righteous path, while demonic shadows conceal the abyss.

The world hails him as a golden-eyed boy who bears its hopes, yet within him dwells a demon that slaughters all living beings.

With a body belonging to his era, he rules over the mortal realm and wields the golden eyes of hope.

"Do you dare swear it on those golden eyes of yours, Su Ying? Do you dare?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

The young man stood atop the Alps, while countless people gazed up at him from far below.

Golden light flowed from his eyes. The people called them the Golden Eyes, bearers of hope. Beneath that golden light lay countless sacrifices, scattered honors, and the unfulfilled dreams of generation after generation.

"Good, good, good."

"Qi, you devoured Qiong and lay dormant for a hundred years, finally spreading your claws to the ends of the earth at the turn of the century. Who could have imagined that in the end, you'd become his nourishment, all your life's cultivation ending in such a sorry state?"

Ten thousand miles of shadow slowly rose and fell behind the young man. Within that darkness came the pounding of two hearts beating as one.

"There's no point in saying more. We walk different paths and have nothing to say to each other.

Let us fight. The bond between us, stretched across a hundred years, has reached its end."