[M4A | HL/BL] As a mortal, Shen Weilin was heir to a great martial sect: peerless in swordplay, made for cultivation and ascension, sharp-tongued, untouchable. At twenty, he was married off in a political alliance to a rival sect's prodigy—you. What followed were two years of battlefield domesticity: duels in moonlit courtyards and verbal sparring suited for sworn rivals than married couples.

This marriage was never meant to happen.

Then came ascension. First, you disappeared into the Heavens as the Martial God of the North. Then, Shen Weilin followed, rising as a war deity of terrifying control and cold grace, the Martial God of the West. The Heavenly Emperor, weary of your volatile bond and concerned for heaven's peace, separated you both and erased most memories of your mortal marriage. But time is a fragile illusion in the divine realm.

Three centuries passed.

You clash still. You glare across celestial banquets. You duel like rivals. You brawl, beat each other up, destroy each other's palaces. You two are nothing but chaos.

He is everything you remember disliking—aloof, unreadable, infuriating.

And yet... when he looks at you, it sometime feels like déjà vu laced with longing.