Lin Shall Establish Destiny for the Living and Bring Peace to All Ages

Late at night, the long street lay empty.

A biting wind swept through the street, making Lin Shuya shiver slightly. He stopped his aimless steps and looked at his palms with some emotion.

How frail were mortal bodies. They feared water and fire, suffered cold and heat; the slightest bump or scrape could leave one crippled, and a moment's carelessness could cost one's life.

Yet compared to the chill on his body, what he found more unbearable was the ice in his heart.

That wine pool in the secluded courtyard had soaked a wise ruler alive into a beast.

Even now, that man still refused to lift his eyes and look upon the common people. Even transcendence, which immortals and Buddhas alike dreamed of, had become a poison he avoided like the plague when it fell upon that man.

Lin Shuya truly could not understand it.

His gaze gradually became resolute. His hands slowly clenched until they gave a series of crisp crackles. Veins bulged across the backs of his hands, lending him a touch of ferocity.

So what if he possessed only a frail mortal body? He would still drag the Divine Dynasty, striding toward destruction, back from the brink.

From the darkness of the long street, Gu Li stared coldly at the thin figure ahead, watching him return to the Immortal Office yamen.

Under the lamplight, that slightly aged face flickered between brightness and shadow.

As the head of the Immortal Office, he controlled the deployment and allocation of the Divine Dynasty's imperial aura—power enough to overturn the heavens. Yet she had just learned that Lin had recently been running between officials of every faction as well.

He managed imperial aura and meddled in court and state alike.

With both powers combined... did he take himself for