Prologue: Above the Abyss, The Red Beauty’s Dream
Prologue: Above the Abyss, The Red Beauty’s Dream
At the beginning of all things, before heaven and earth were set, before the realms of gods and demons were divided, the world was a boundless void — dark and chaotic, save for a single thread of light stretching across the abyss, casting its glow upon the four corners.
In that age, gods and demons dwelled side by side, immortals and fiends were indistinguishable. This primeval land was called the Wheeling Abyss.
Above the Abyss, thirty-two drifting isles floated upon the Wind-Sea, like shattered fragments of a fallen deity.
At the heart of the central continent, four kingdoms stood like stars in a circle:
The East, with its iron cavalry riding the clouds;
The Huage Kingdom, where all rivers flow as one;
The West, a desert of enduring life;
And the North, a frozen wasteland of countless bones.
In the dawn of legend, there was a spirit known as the Red Beauty.
A woman born of the Spirit Marsh, she could summon storms and thunder with a flick of her hand, mastering the ancient art of the Wheeling Covenant—the power to claim souls in the cycle of rebirth and alter the course of fate.
Neither goddess nor demon, she was the first Wheeling Covenant bearer, a bridge between worlds.
With her power, she sought to end the ceaseless wars between humans and spirits.
But the heavens, unwilling to see such defiance, cast her aside.
Her blood stained the ocean’s eye, and she sank into the River of Forgetfulness, sealed beyond the mortal realm.
Since then, the name “Red Beauty” has vanished from the world.
The Wheeling Covenant became a forbidden word, feared among all** — spirits and immortals alike.
— Yet, a millennium later, the Abyss trembles once more.
The threads of destiny begin to quiver.
Year 13 of Yuanhua, Western Land — Late Autumn
A boy from the northern frontier, a lone soul wandering the snow and wind.
His name was Lin Yizhi, though he was no mere wanderer. Within him dwelled two fates, two souls bound by destiny.
Blessed with the ancient tongue of the West, he had heard whispers from the other shore since childhood.
He set foot in the Eastern Lands, unknowingly stepping into a battle foretold by fate.
In the capital of Huage, amidst chaos and bloodshed, he met a girl.
Her eyes bloomed like the flowers of the Other Shore.
Her name was Zuo Yanxi.
Though known to the world as the lost daughter of the Huage Empire, none knew that within her rested the scattered soul of the Red Beauty — the ancient bearer of the Wheeling Covenant.
One soul within him. One soul within her.
One covenant bound by blood. One covenant moving the heavens.
The Wheeling Covenant has awakened.
The spirits stir. The mortal realm will soon be torn asunder.
The bell of fate tolls, and the river of blood flows backward.
If this life binds you to the covenant, so be it — in the next life, may you willingly walk the cycle once more.
