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I knew that the wheel of fate began to turn from the moment I met Xuan Ye. I am the Flame God of Destruction of Nine Heavens, and he is the Cloud Dragon, imprisoned by the Heavenly Emperor in the Cloud Palace, enduring the pain of the Celestial Chains wrapped around his neck every day.
I sympathized with Xuan Ye. Whenever the Celestial Chains moved, I would go to the Cloud Palace to sing for him, hoping to alleviate his suffering.
In the misty palace, he furrowed his brow, sweat dripping onto my palm, yet a smile remained on his lips.
The Xuan Ye I knew was so gentle and beautiful. Why would the Heavenly Emperor imprison him in the Cloud Palace?
I once sought answers from Queen Yunxiao. She smiled slightly and said, "You and Xuan Ye, one embodies fire and the other water; you are naturally complementary yet opposing forces. Your father loves you dearly, so he confined Xuan Ye to the Cloud Palace. Who would have thought you would insist on rescuing him? Is that not a fateful entanglement?"
I smiled bitterly as the heat around me intensified. I knew I was finally about to remember everything.
"A Ci, don't!" The Azure Serpent Lord looked at my forehead in despair as the seal painstakingly placed by Ksitigarbha slowly faded away.
Whoever said that once a seal is broken, endless troubles follow was right.
At that very moment when the seal vanished, my entire body felt as if it were ablaze; flames spread like fiery lotus flowers throughout Ziyun Palace, and the oppressive heat made Xuan Ye furrow his brow as well.
"Step aside!" I said coldly.
The moment I saw his face, memories of my past suffering flooded back to me.
When he married Feng Xi, I was suffering in the mortal realm. Barefoot, I walked on scorched earth, where every step left a trail of desolation. The flowers I cherished withered with my breath, and no creature dared approach me, for I was—Bai, a beast that brought drought and misfortune.
I could no longer ascend; I could only howl beneath the Southern Heavenly Gate, shedding blood tears for that pair of lovers.
I was once the daughter of the Heavenly Emperor, but because I loved him, must I fall into an abyss of no return?
"Do you remember the Battle of Jizhou?" I smiled amidst the sea of flames, though my heart ached to the bone.
That battle still astonishes the celestial beings to this day. Immortal lord Xuan Ye fought against hundreds and defeated the Sin God Yin Li. The fields of Jizhou transformed into marshlands overnight.
This is what the celestial records state, but the truth is that the Flame God of Destruction summoned hellfire, dispelling Yin Li's sorrowful winds and rains. Yet she herself lost her divine power and was consumed by resentment, never to return to the Nine Heavens.
"I called you Xuan Ye from behind, but you merely glanced at me in surprise before taking the hand of the Fire Phoenix and leaving. What I hate is that after hundreds of years, you still cannot recognize me..."
Immortal lord Xuan Ye, your love is too shallow.
I let out a cold laugh, my hair resembling burning wild grass, my fingers transforming into sharp claws, my skin a blinding red.
Yes, this is the visage of Yan Ba, consumed by resentment—an ugly face even I cannot bear to look at.
Perhaps we could ignite into the most dazzling firework.
The Fire Phoenix flew over and pulled Xuan Ye close.
"Run, you can't withstand this hellfire either."
Xuan Ye didn't look at her; he simply stepped closer, just like every time my fever flared up, he would use his icy body to soothe me, enduring the burning pain within himself.
Yan Ba, I return this face to you, I only ask that you spare Xuan Ye, please...
Fire Phoenix waved a hand, and a charming face instantly twisted into a grotesque mask.
I scoffed; it was mine to begin with. It's pathetic that you’ve worn this false face for thousands of years, but the sad truth is, he still doesn't love you.
I truly despised this tragic act, whether I was Yan Ba or Nan Ci.
"It’s all over."
Long before that sharp blade pierced my heart, all my love had turned into overwhelming hatred.
Yes, when I cried out beneath the Southern Heavenly Gate, the furious hellfire burned up to the Nine Heavens. The Heavenly Emperor commanded Xuan Ye to slaughter me; he drove the dagger inch by inch into my heart. I felt an unprecedented coldness enveloping me entirely.
I said to him, "Xuan Ye, I am A Yan."
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