BxB
Zhanyi
Xianwang
Mpreg
There was a time when the dragons used to be appointed as deities by heavens to fulfil the wishes of the mortal world.
Cursed three thousand years ago the most beautiful person of the world of moon realm, reincarnated as th...
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The sky was covered with dark, thundering clouds. Heavy rain poured down, mixing with the sharp sounds of clashing swords and the haunting notes of a guqin.
In the middle of the battlefield sat a beautiful figure dressed in white, calm and still, playing the guqin. From his fingers, streaks of blue lightning burst forth, striking down enemies without mercy.
Screams echoed through the storm. "Ahh... Aaah!"—the cries of those falling under the lightning's wrath.
He was calling upon the gates of hell—the Pavilion of Strange Decay. Blood now dripped from his torn fingers, staining the strings. Still, he played, refusing to stop. He had been fighting without rest for seven days.
Suddenly, a string snapped with a sharp twang. "Ah... ahh..." His body trembled. He was drained—eyes hollow, breath ragged. Yet the summoning was complete.
With a thunderous roar, the gates of hell burst open. A wave of red light swept across the battlefield. The guqin player looked up, his pale face glowing in its reflection.
A demon stepped out.
His long black hair whipped wildly in the wind. His eyes burned red with fury. Blood dripped from his lips and fists, and his rage filled the sky.
"Xiaofan... you came!" The beautiful guqin player smiled, his voice barely holding back emotion. "Xiaofan... come with me. Stay with me in the Moon Realm," he pleaded, his eyes glistening with tears as he rushed forward.
But across the battlefield, the wounded Serpent Deity stirred. Blood soaked into the cracked ground beneath him as he forced himself upright, pain burning through every limb. His gaze locked on the guqin player wrapped in the demon's arms. Hatred flared in his eyes.
Qi spun violently between his palms as he summoned his divine weapon. "XIAOFAN!!" he shouted with all his might.
The demon stilled. His crimson eyes, once calm in Jun's presence, now burned with rage. He stepped forward, growling low, energy swirling like a storm around him.
"Die now!" The Serpent Deity hurled the Suoling Nails, dark and glowing—lethal even to the gods.
"No!" Jun ran, heart pounding. He threw himself between the two, shielding the one he loved.
The nails pierced deep into his body.
Time seemed to stop.
"NOOO!!" Xiaofan caught him before he fell. The warmth was already fading from Jun's skin.
Rain poured harder, as if the heavens themselves wept.
The Serpent Deity stumbled forward, watching the scene unfold with disbelief and horror. His own body was dissolving into smoke, judgment having already fallen upon him for his divine sin.
