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

The Imperial Guards had seen her lustrous, white hand and thought that she was showing her summoning token, so they stepped back and held up their spears, but before they knew what had happened, heavy neighs and strong wind swept by their ears and the rider was through.

A guard cried out in alarm as he reached down for his secondary weapon, noticing the absence of his golden mace.

None of the gate guards were allowed to leave their station, and soon all three of the entry gates were sounding the alarm.

Deep, loud horn calls filled the skies as if to tear apart the clouds above and all Nine Gates readied themselves. Never before in the history of the Tian Sheng Dynasty had a rider dared brave the sealed gates of the Imperial Palace, forcing the guards to blow the golden horns.

The horse and the rider never looked back.

Feng Zhiwei cared nothing for the uproar she was causing.

Chapter 227