When the Beast God rose, the sky itself seemed to bleed. Entire realms were torn apart as the world plunged into chaos—his fury rewriting the balance between life and death. In the face of this storm, Daoxuan stood tall, unwavering, a lone beacon of resistance as the forces of good and evil collided in a war that would change everything.
Amid the turmoil, Li Xueqi—once thought lost to legend—reappeared, caught again at the crossroads of destiny. Neither fully alive nor truly gone, her ghostly presence carried both memory and sorrow, as if she alone remembered what the world had forgotten: that not all battles are won with swords, and not all wounds are visible.
As the dust settles, what remains is a world on the brink. Hearts are fractured, sacred relics lie in ruins, and trust—so hard to build—hangs by a thread. The line between light and shadow blurs, and the question lingers: when everything breaks, what is left to protect?
This is not just a story of gods and monsters. It’s a tale of resilience, sacrifice, and the fragile, flickering hope that something better might still rise from the ashes.
