I don't join a sect, because I am the sect.
If the sea of love can be crossed, I would promise you ten thousand lifetimes of vicissitudes, and still return to find you.
This is a different kind of world, as if it were filled with the sorrow of being abandoned. There is no light, no warmth, no hope here...!
She perished here, but her obsession endured. She believed that he would come back.
After a cataclysmic calamity, he was born. Through one reversal after another, and countless trials by ice and fire, blood and tears, he finally came to understand it all.
It turned out she had been waiting for him all along, for a thousand years, ten thousand years, until her life faded away. This is a sorrowful tale spanning an endless river of time.
When every last hope blooms, feeding on the rotting evil around it, everything begins to have meaning.
Love is the only power that lets us grow.
