They say gods do not weep. But he did.

In the heart of the Celestial Realm, beneath silver skies and crimson moonlight, he held her broken body in his arms—her white robes stained with blood, her nine golden tails dimming with every breath.

“Who did this?” he had whispered, voice shaking for the first time in centuries.

But her lips trembled with more than pain. Her gaze—those eyes that once held mischief and moonlight—now shimmered only with betrayal.

“I trusted you,” she murmured.
And then... she was gone.

That night, thunder cracked across the heavens. But no justice followed.

The Moon Goddess watched from her palace, veil unshaken.
The Celestial Court declared it fate.

The Fox Clan mourned their Lady in silence, retreating deep into the realm of spirits. They never found her body.

And the War God—once proud heir to the Celestial Throne—locked his heart behind walls no one could breach.

He never stopped searching for the soul who once called him beloved.

A thousand years passed.
The realms forgot. But he never did.

Now, a servant girl enters his palace—eyes like wildfire, voice like a memory.

Something stirs.

And fate, it seems, is not finished with them yet.

The library of the Celestial Palace was vast — a maze of scrolls, tomes, and forgotten secrets buried beneath centuries of silence.


Jin Xuan Yue stood alone at its heart, flame-light casting sharp shadows over his face. He wasn't there as the Crown Prince. Not as a god. But as a man chasing echoes.


He ran his fingers over a shelf labeled Ancestral Deeds, then stopped at an older section: Classified Histories — Restricted by the Heavenly Council.


With a breath, he raised his hand. The seal recognized his divine aura and melted away.


The scroll inside was brittle with age. On its cover: "Record of the Nine-Tailed Pact."


> In the Year of Falling Moons, the Fox Clan entered a binding alliance with the Celestial Court…


…Their leader, Qing Yue, offered her strength to defend the Heavenly Realm during the Demon Siege…


…She fell during the betrayal at Moonfall… blamed upon the War God…


Moonfall. That name… he hadn't seen it written in any public record. The gods had erased it. Buried it.


But here, in quiet ink — the truth waited.


What really happened a thousand years ago?


Li Hua moved quietly down a hidden corridor she had discovered two nights ago. The servant passage led to a sealed section of the palace long abandoned.


Her fingers traced the dust on the wall. Then — a door.


Inside: a circular chamber with mirrored walls, cracked and faded. But the air inside pulsed with old power.


It reflected her, not as Li Hua, but as Qing Yue.


In robes of silver and gold, nine tails spread behind her like light made flesh. Her gaze proud, her hands crackling with moonfire.


Jin Xuan Yue stood atop the highest tower, scroll in hand. His robes fluttered in the wind.


Chapter 27 - Chapter 26 – A Spark Beneath the Ice