I Haven’t Been a High God for a Long Time

The high god Fusang scatters her own true spirit as an offering to the Tree of Life and Death — and does it on the morning Bai Su of Beiying is to wed the princess of the heavens. For a long age he had let himself believe she was only a piece on the board, a means to save his realm; that if she died in front of him, his heart would not so much as stir. He learns otherwise too late. Ten thousand years on, Fusang surfaces in a far smaller life, no longer anyone’s high god and carrying a sword cultivator’s memories she cannot account for — while the man who once called her a chess piece is left to chase what he threw away.