Infinite miles above the mortal sky of the Nine-Continent World, beyond the swirling chaotic thunder-storms of the dimensional boundary. Lay the Upper-Realm Frozen Astral Prison—a monolithic fortress of eternal black ice forged by the Heavenly Script Pavilion to lock away immortals who defied the ordained decrees of the heavens.
Deep inside Sector 6, at the very bottom of the Ninth Abyssal Ice Trench, the temperature was so absolute that even nascent-soul thoughts froze into brittle shards of glass.
In the center of a circular cell carved from ten-thousand-year Star-Quenching Ice sat Empress Luo Qingxue , at Rank 8 Star-Realm Sword Empress.
Six years ago, when she had secretly descended into the mortal world with a crippled dantian and fallen in love with a gentle. Unassuming mortal cook named Gu Changsheng in tiny Frost-Pine Town. She had willingly sealed away her supreme sword-empress cultivation just to bake sweet potatoes by the stove and rock their newborn son Gu Nian to sleep.
And when the Heaven-Patrolling Enforcers of the Upper Realm had tracked her down. Threatened to obliterate the entire mortal kingdom unless she returned to face trial for “contaminating an Immortal Empress bloodline with mortal. Karma,” she had left half of her natal [Frost-Phoenix Jade Hairpin] in Gu Changsheng’s coat pocket and walked into the chains alone.
