In the beginning, war broke out. Blood flowed, pain surged, and agony swept across the lands.
"All living things shall go into extinction," declared Shan Qian, the God of War. With those final words, he unleashed the last of his power—and perished alongside the rest.
Yet, nature took its course.
Life began anew. From ashes and silence, existence returned. The Fairy Clan and the Devil Clan rose once more, dividing the Divine Region between them. Peace came, but it was a fragile one—marked by a vast divide, both in land and in heart.
Ten thousand years passed.
A new Fairy King ascended the throne and joyfully married his beloved.
Meanwhile, in the Devil Region, another coronation had taken place. Dressed in dark robes, the people bowed low, chanting their loyalty as the new Devil King sat upon his obsidian throne.
"My King," a subordinate said, kneeling with one hand pressed firmly to his chest in a sign of allegiance, "I have received news. The Fairy Queen is in labor. Shall I—"
The Devil King let out a low, menacing laugh. "No need. That child may serve as a useful pawn in the future."
Just then, another messenger rushed in. "Report! The Devil Queen is in labor as well. But the midwives say… only the child or the mother can be saved. Your Majesty, we beg you to make a decision."
The subordinate trembled as he spoke. This king was terrifying—he had poisoned his father and killed his own brother. Ending a servant's life would mean nothing to him.
The Devil King's cold voice cut through the hall like a blade.
"Save the child."
Everyone in the room immediately knelt, heads bowed, chanting in reverence, "My Lord! My Lord!"
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A thousand years later.
Feng Xiaoyi, the Fairy Princess, was trapped in the same nightmare once again.
"Follow me…" a deep voice echoed through the darkness.
"The cycle of destiny has begun," it whispered. "You will face it sooner than you expect."
"Who are you?" Xiaoyi's small voice asked, fragile yet curious. "Why should I follow you?"
"You will know when the time comes," the voice responded. "Follow me…"
And this time, for the first time, she moved.
She took a step toward the voice.
But before she could take another, she heard someone calling her name.
"Fairy Princess!"
The voice was real—familiar. It was Liao Man, her maid.
"Fairy Princess!" Liao Man called again.
Xiaoyi's eyes flew open. She was awake—and slightly annoyed.
She had warned her servants never to disturb her while she slept, especially during her dreams. They were more than just dreams… they were visions. Clues. Pieces of a fate she couldn't yet understand.
A frown crossed her delicate face.
Liao Man, noticing her displeasure, quickly bowed and said apologetically, "Your Highness, the Fairy King seeks your presence."
Xiaoyi's frown deepened. If it was just a message, the messenger would have left… why disturb me?
"Did Father come himself?" she asked, already rising from her bed.
"Yes, Your Highness," Liao Man confirmed.
Xiaoyi's heart skipped. She ran out of the room, her flowing robe trailing behind her like mist. She was breathtaking—fair, flawless skin, round expressive eyes, a gently pointed nose, and soft, glossy lips. Her form was elegant, her every movement graceful.
She burst into her father's palace, worried. "Father! What's wrong? Are you okay?"
The Fairy King let out a hearty laugh, his eyes warm as he looked at his daughter.
She stood before him, her hair falling softly down her back, her face full of worry. She looked like a child—and to him, she always would.
He gently stroked her hair. "Yi'er, I just wanted to see you. That's all."
"But Liao Man said you sounded… agitated," Xiaoyi began, but stopped as a familiar smell hit her nose.
Durian cake.
Her favorite.
She smiled, abandoning her suspicion as she picked up the cake and began to eat. The king watched her silently, his heart heavy with worry.
The barrier between the Fairy and Devil Regions was weakening.
And he didn't know how to protect his carefree daughter from the storm that was coming.
"Yi'er," he said gently. "Take good care of yourself. Don't entertain strangers. Don't go outside unnecessarily, alright?"
Xiaoyi nodded, slightly confused, but trusting.
After parting with her father, she decided to take a walk through the garden.
That's when she saw him.
A young man, soaked and unconscious, lay lazily on the grass like he had fallen from the sky.
He was striking—almost unnaturally handsome. Water clung to his dark lashes and hair. His robe clung to his well-formed frame.
Xiaoyi blinked in disbelief and slowly reached out to touch his face.
But before her fingers could make contact, a hand grabbed hers.
She gasped, fear gripping her chest.
His grip was strong—unyielding. But then, she looked into his eyes.
Those brown eyes.
And she forgot how to be afraid.
Pain, fear—everything melted away in those eyes. She was completely lost in them.
Then he spoke. A cold voice, deep and sharp, echoed through her very bones.
Her brows drew together in confusion.
That voice... it was the same one from her dreams.
Who was he?
If this was truly the man from her visions, then she had a thousand questions to ask.