World Convergence

Dynasties rise and dynasties fall, like the tide washing the sand.

On one side, he suffers from intrigue and hides his great ambition; on the other, the mysterious girl hides her anger behind her gentle smile.

Who toppled the country, establishing their dynasty?

Who built the Yellow Springs and set it over Imperial Power, inciting strife and conquering the earth?

Who exchanged gazes at the Nine Palaces to the sound of halberd and blood, watching the falling flowers of Acacia?

Who drank the poisoned wine and smiled, trading it for a cinnabar dot to the chest?

Tribulation and strife has destroyed past prosperity; he would not retreat, and she has not finished singing.

.... Is she disturbing the earth world, or is the world disturbing her?

This is a seemingly simple story about an era of recovering the old country and the fight for the throne, and the men and women on both sides.

To conquer or resist;
To push away or fight for chance.
To provoke or to still;
To love, or to refuse love.

Chrissy

Rising  Phoenix

Aristophaneso

Feng Zhiwei's mouth twitched, and she wondered to herself whether she ought to salute him according to the ceremonial rites or if she could find a way to secretly kick him off the carriage. But then the man finished his perverted words: "Marvelous like your blood."

Feng Zhiwei immediately came to a decision and lifted her chin and cried out: "Dried peach!"

A scarlet sword burst through the carriage roof like a bolt of lightning, stabbing towards the man's head.

But that man casually sipped from his glass, not shifting a single muscle, the wine in his glass perfectly calm.

The sharp sword howled through the air only to curve an inch away from the man's skull, sliding past and skimming the crystal glass in the man's hand.

Biting cold fell around them in an irresistible blanket, but it did not disturb a single mote of dust.

Chapter 136