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

Helian Zheng was quiet for a long moment, his eyes lidded over the colorful gems of his eyes.

He had a bellyful of questions. How had the Dama died? Why had the Dama's finger shifted? But as the words reached his mouth, he swallowed them.

Why ask? She was acting for his benefit; he trusted her.

No one knew what thoughts lay behind her misty eyes, but he was sure that in that ever turning mind there was a place for him and his steppes.

Even if raging winds and bloody rain followed her as she grasped the world in her plots, he would still choose to be the silly man who never plumbed the cold truths in the dark waters.

He liked her and would give her anything. In the vast heavens and wide earth, she was free.

A group approached; Hu Yin Temple's four great Dharma Protector Lamas had arrived, their faces unsettled.

"Where did the Living Buddha point?" The first Lama called out upon nearing.

Chapter 277