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

In the brief moments since the post house had come into view, she had killed three men.

Three cooling corpses lay staring into the night, never to know that they had died at the hands of a novice's first foray into battle.

The novice in question covered her mouth with a sleeve, holding back her vomit and she stepped past the bodies and rushed forward.

The post house was still trapped in darkness.

Voices murmured unintelligibly in the distance and the thick tang of blood hung in the air.

She quickly sidled up to the wall, perking up her ears as she listened intently. A vague, deep voice called out: "Count them!"

A strange shuffling sound followed the words until someone cried out in astonishment and called out: "The Big Man!"

Feng Zhiwei's heart fell again — Big Man? Ning Yi? Had something happened to Ning Yi?

chapter 140