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 followed the stream of bodies for a distance. They could already spot the crowd in the distance, a gathering of seas and mountains of people with countless voices raised and yelling, and angry harpoons and sticks wielded in fury. The uproar was already deafening even half a mile away, and all the furor completely hid the Ancestral Temple and masked Ning Yi and his three thousand guards.

"Any who touches the Ancestral Temple will die!"

The voices reached the sky as the crowd packed together. There was no way for them to proceed without killing.

But once the first lives were taken, the matter would become unresolvable.

"I'll get him!" Ning Cheng called out, already deciding to jump over the crowd.

But Feng Zhiwei immediately pulled him back. "Wait!"

She stared at the crowd, her face deathly serious.

Chapter 192