The leader of the Immortal Alliance, Yun Wuya, is like a lone moon hanging in the sky, holding a sword to guard the road, as cold as frost and snow.
Xie Jin, the guardian of Moyuan's tomb, is like a candle in the wind, guarding the cliff with a single sword, but a cluster of obsession is burning in his eyes.
A hundred years ago, the young man Xie Jin's hot words "Senior Brother, I love you" burned a corner of Yun Wuya's frozen heart. Accompanied by the same sect, sharing life and death, secret feelings grow fiercely under the sword and the moon. However, fate played a trick on people, and the bloodline and protection that Xie Jin carried collided with the iron law of the Immortal Sect that Yun Wuya adhered to. Conspiracies are swirling, trust is broken, and the "heart's joy" finally turns into a heart-killing sword.
The decisive battle in the Demonic Abyss, in front of thousands of troops. Yun Wuya looked at the dying Xie Jin in a pool of blood, with only the coldness of killing a traitor in his eyes. A sword pierces the heart, "the traitor will be killed"! The cheers shook the sky, drowning out the crisp laughter of the baby in his sleeve pointing to the truth.
Xie Jin closed his eyes to the dust, the heaven and the earth were sad together, and the leaden ashes blocked the sun.
Yun Wuya was sitting at the celebration banquet, and he was shocked to realize that the majestic power that he had relied on for a hundred years to soar was crazily disintegrating with Xie Jin's blood! The glass cup shattered, his fingertips were stained with blood, and his perfect world suddenly collapsed.
It turned out that what he cut off with his own hands was the sincere love that was buried under the stigma and remained unquenched until death, and it was the cornerstone of his immortality.
The truth is as sharp as a blade:
The cold will-o'-the-wisp in the tombkeeper's eyes is the obsession to protect the dawn even if he burns himself;
The hundred years of loneliness that the "traitor" keeps alone is a swan song that uses his bones as ashes and sacrifices for love;
And the heart he pierced had once been hot and pure... Beating only for him.
When the lonely moon falls, we know that the wildfire is the way home. The bones are ashes and the bones are filled with sorrow. This love burns the sky and burns oneself.
Beautiful and strong, broken and persistent, x Flower of the High Mountain collapse attack
