The Light of Calamity

On the night the immortal sect fell, the useless disciple Qiu Biao fled into a mortal brothel just to survive. The top courtesan of Qixiu Brothel, Qiu Yanyun, was stunningly beautiful but cold and aloof. She gave a small, blood-stained servant a琉璃 ancient lamp that could illuminate past and present lives. On the night of the full moon, the lamp's light flickered. In the琉璃 glow, Qiu Biao saw that the brothel's flower was actually a fallen god of slaughter from the celestial realm, and he was merely the most insignificant speck of dust in her ten-thousand-year love tribulation. Holding his shattered琉璃 and broken heart, he looked up under the blood moon and roared, 'If I am just the ashes of calamity, why did I meet the light?' And she, standing amidst the ruins of the collapsing celestial palace, looked back at that tiny spark in the mortal world and finally remembered—deep within every grain of calamity ash was sealed the sun she herself had extinguished when the universe was last annihilated.