Tale of the Last Moon

I died.

I was burned to death by my own Hellfire and tainted flames.

Though I was one of only two Tainted Netherworld Phoenixes in all of history, I was no different from anyone else. Like everyone else, I entered the cycle of reincarnation and was reborn.

In that life, I had committed no major offenses. I had merely eaten a lot of bugs as a child, later burned down a forest, stolen the Divine Lord Bird that the Demon Feather Palace intended to contract with, and accidentally seen a man and woman in the middle of their intimate affairs through the Ice Crystal Water. Aside from that, I had always been a well-behaved little bird.

Yet I still failed to become human for nine lifetimes. Perhaps after ten cycles of reincarnation, I could finally live as a person in this life and be myself.

A graceful guest in white, drifting among the clouds, who would he risk his life for? Like the floating clouds above, I was merely a passerby in other people's eyes. Who would care for whom I died, and where would everyone else be?

I failed you, I failed you! I broke your heart, but your heart is gone, and you shed no tears! Before the cliff stands a heartless tree, and before the wicked gate blooms an ephemeral flower. The jade pendant's broken marks deceive one another; in this life, I failed you, and you hid your heart from me!

People call me the Evil-Faced Saint God who saves the world and heals its people, yet they also say that I'm...

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