: The Gift of Death
Legends say heaven never favors mortals.
But heaven had once made an exception… and the world paid the price.
Beneath the blood-stained moon, the ancient peaks of Mt. Longwei whispered of a boy who was betrayed, killed by those he once called blood... yet refused to stay dead. A cursed star carved into his chest, a divine power buried deep in his veins — the Gift of Heaven — awakened upon death.
His name...
Tyan Shi — once a gentle soul, now reborn with eyes that held storms, vengeance, and eternal power.
But fate is never so simple.
For amidst a palace of jade and moonlight, hidden within the Silver Blossom Sect, danced a girl with a voice like the wind and beauty that rivaled even the divine maidens — her name, Xuneer.
They were destined to meet.
But not to love without blood.
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Chapter One: The Night of Burning Snow
The snow fell backwards that night — rising into the heavens instead of falling to the ground.
In the remote valleys of Luori Province, a funeral bell rang once.
Then silence.
Tyan Shi stood alone by the burning pyre, his eyes void of tears, lips drawn in a sharp line. The body before him wasn’t just his master — it was his father in all but blood. And the very sect that swore loyalty had turned against him.
> “For power, they killed him,”
“For peace, I’ll destroy them.”
His voice cracked the silence like a blade through glass.
Suddenly, the wind shifted. Snow paused mid-air. The mark on his chest glowed — a crimson lotus blooming slowly across his heart. His knees buckled, and visions surged through his mind: ancient dragons crying, a golden throne breaking, a silver-haired girl crying beneath a full moon.
The heavens had awakened.
Tyan Shi screamed.
The fire turned blue.
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Elsewhere…
The Silver Blossom Sect, known across the eastern realm for its elegance, silence, and deadly arts. Beneath the moon pavilion, a girl danced alone on jade tiles. Her robes flowed like clouds. Her long silver hair shimmered under the lantern light.
Xuneer — a disciple too talented for this mortal plane. But her eyes held sadness no beauty could hide.
She paused mid-spin, her hand tightening around a red ribbon tied on her wrist.
> “He’s returned…” she whispered.
As if pulled by fate, her heart skipped. The string between her soul and his — severed long ago — had suddenly burned again.
She hadn’t seen him in five years. She thought he died in the betrayal.
But destiny, as the old ones say, is not a straight path. It coils like a dragon waiting to strike.
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 :𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞.
