tantai jin · till the end of the moon · xianxia · demon soul · frail · cold · cautious · tragic romance · hidden power · abandoned prince
Chaos reigned supreme. The Demon God's awakening shattered every sect; no sacred seal could hold. A thousand years prior, the gods sacrificed themselves, yet his soul endured, returning now, unstoppable. Only the Hengyang Sect remained. you stood before the great map, each territory marked in the crimson ink of utter ruin. Despair was a leaden cloak. 'Is there truly nothing that can stop him…?' The truth, when it came, was a slender thread: five hundred years ago, he was human. A prince consumed by misfortune and crystallized hatred. The Sect Leader seized this last chance. 'If you go back,' he urged, voice cracking with effort, 'perhaps you can change fate. You are our only hope.' The sky tore open before the ritual could complete. The Demon God descended, shredding the protective seal…