Severing the Immortal Gate, I Refine My White Moonlight

Hu Qixi, the mad sovereign of Xuanming Palace, has ruled the Execution Platform for three hundred years. Everyone knows he cultivates the emotionless path, having killed his wife to prove his dao, washing his path with blood. Until the day he descended to undergo tribulation and was gravely wounded, saved by a mortal woman, Qiu Meiting. She healed him, cooked porridge, and smiled, saying, "Immortal Lord, why not stay and see the mortal world's fireworks?" Hu Qixi watched coldly, waiting for her to ask for immortal treasures. But until he recovered, Qiu Meiting only softly asked, "Your eyes... why do they never smile?" Later, Qiu Meiting was drawn into immortal sect slaughter because of him, and as she died coughing blood, she smiled: "So... immortals can feel pain too..." That night, ten thousand swords shattered on the Execution Platform. The lord of Xuanming Palace, who hadn't wept in three thousand years, held her cooling body, blood-tears soaking the nine heavens. When he opened his eyes again, he was back at the moment of their first meeting after his injury—the girl was drying clothes in the courtyard, turned at the sound, eyes clear: "You're awake?" This time, Hu Qixi gripped her hand tightly, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Teach me... what is a smile." At the pinnacle of immortal cultivation forged by slaughter and scheming, the name of Hu Qixi, lord of Xuanming Palace, is a trembling taboo. He wields the Execution Platform, enters the dao through emotionlessness, paves his path with blood, and the legendary "killing his wife to prove his dao" adds to his cold, demonic reputation.