In this vast world, countless races flourished. Buddhas were worshiped by millions of believers, Heavenly Emperors looked down upon the mortal world, Daoists transcended the world, immortals wandered among mortals, Houtu forged the cycle of reincarnation, the Dragon Ancestor ruled over all demons, and outsiders coveted this boundless realm...
In his youth, He Ci was at the height of his powers, blessed with extraordinary talent. Dressed in white, peerless and invincible, he swept through the world.
One punch shattered mountains and rivers; one roar sent stars falling.
One sword brought an age of chaos to an end; one halberd subdued the vast world.
“One day, these waters will replace the sea, and I will have no more longing to entrust to Wushan.” The woman in red stared blankly at He Ci's face and murmured softly.
In middle age, sorrow weighed on his heart.
The white robes were gone, and his dominance had faded.
Long lanes in the market, the warmth of everyday life.
In gray clothes and cloth shoes, he lost himself in the mortal world.
“By the cold lamp, upon the page, pear blossoms fall like chilly rain...” He Ci stood beneath a peach blossom, his temples faintly graying and a smile on his face. With his hands behind his back, he let the breeze stir his plain clothes. For a fleeting moment, he seemed to see that red dress again.
“The face is gone, no one knows where, yet the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.”
