A Arte do Caos Divino e Demoníaco

“Our family devoted everything to the empire, yet this is the fate that awaited us.”

White Jingyan, who had been lying on the bed, suddenly sat up, wiping the sweat from his brow onto the blanket.

“Is this a dream?” he murmured in a low, grave voice.

He pressed his hand to his neck, faintly feeling a sharp pain.

“No! This isn’t a dream!”

Fragments of memory flashed before his eyes, rushing at him in a torrent—scenes like shards of a shattered past.

Once, White Jingyan was the son of the Supreme Commander of the Howling Forest Army of the Grand Ancestral Empire in the Upper Realm, a family whose glorious military exploits had carved out a vast dominion for the empire.

But the Grand Ancestor Emperor was a man of deep suspicion. When White Jingyan’s father refused to relinquish his military command, the emperor officially disbanded the Howling Forest Army. Secretly, however, he slaughtered every soul connected to it. The White family, once hailed as heroes, was to be utterly exterminated.

In truth, on the day in court, White Jingyan’s father had already surrendered his command. But the emperor’s paranoia was boundless—he feared the renown and loyalty White Jingyan and his father had won might one day rise against him. So, he decreed that the entire White household be put to death.

On the day of execution, White Jingyan, his face twisted in unwillingness and rage, was led to the Executioner’s Terrace, to die by a thunderous blade.

Just as the lightning was about to fall, White Jingyan roared in defiance.

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