He was Si Li, the Celestial Realm's Immortal Venerable in charge of rites, cold and composed, upright and disciplined, praised by the Three Realms for his noble character.
He was Mo Yu, the Demon Realm's young lord, proud and solitary, with a fierce, obsessive heart, willing to betray all living beings for one person.
A rescue born of mistaken identity, a deliberately arranged encounter: beyond the bounds of the rules, Si Li let himself fall in love, while Mo Yu glimpsed moonlight in the abyss.
But Yun Shu's ten-thousand-year obsession turned into a vicious scheme, while the merciless Heavenly Emperor and the laws of Heaven became shackles, grinding their true feelings to dust.
He endured heavenly punishment and shattered his spiritual core for him, yet the other personally drove him down the Immortal-Falling Platform.
“Si Li, in your heart... was there ever even the slightest place for me?”
“Never.”
It was only when Yaohua gazed at the bloodstained Thirty-Three Heavens and wept that she understood:
The greatest pain is knowing every misunderstanding, yet watching helplessly as one of you dies without speaking, and the other dies without believing.
