After Dying Together With the Male Protagonist

When Xue Yu was young, she held a noble status — the cherished little princess of Ye City. In her youth, she stood at the Six Realms’ Judgment Platform, where countless condemned prisoners awaited their fate. Among them, her gaze fell upon Song Heng, a near-lifeless youth whose immortal bones had been extracted, leaving him broken and barely breathing. No one could have predicted that this young man, pointed out on a whim by the princess, with his tendons severed, unable even to stand—would later clench his teeth, swallow his blood, and climb his way up step by step with nothing but his sword in hand. From noble title to Daoist lord, from sect master to the very throne of the Immortal Realm’s sovereign, he rose against all odds. Xue Yu always believed that even a stone could be warmed by devotion. For thousands of years, she poured her heart into melting Song Heng’s icy resolve. Yet, instead of tenderness, she was met with his army crushing Ye Du beneath their boots as he triumphantly brought back his long-lost white moonlight—the woman he had yearned for all along. On the day of his victorious return, the Heavenly Palace was ablaze with lanterns and celebration. In the grand hall, Song Heng removed his armor, gripping a bloodstained sword, and said to Xue Yu, “This was never my wish, but a necessity I could not avoid.” That night, Xue Yu burned herself into raging flames, annihilating her own soul in a final act of vengeance—taking Song Heng with her into oblivion. Yet by fate’s twist, both awoke a thousand years in the past. This time, the young Song Heng lay on the Judgment Platform once more—a dying creature, his body lashed with whip marks, barely clinging to life. But now, Xue Yu sat high upon the throne, her gaze sweeping past him without pause. After a long silence, she extended a delicate finger, pointing not at Song Heng, but at the fierce, wolf-like boy beside him—another punished soul, his eyes blazing with untamed fury. Her lips parted, the words soft but decisive: “I choose him.”