The twin flowers under the curse of heaven and earth, one is the blood flame of the demon world, and the other is the clear lotus of the heaven.
Chixue on the banks of the Forgotten River, her red clothes stained with blood, and her bones corroded by her violent energy, turned towards the direction of heaven every night, making her heart feel hot with jade - that was the name of the sister she had never seen before, Bai Yue. The white moon in the depths of Yaochi is whiter than snow, compassionate and gentle, but always caressing the spiritual seeds when no one is around, watching the blurred red shadows fighting in the blood mist, and the lotus dew condensed on the fingertips hides the care that I dare not say.
They share the same heartbeat and pain, but are cursed to be permanently separated from each other by the barrier. The day they meet is the moment when their spiritual veins are shattered. Rumors in the heaven are like knives, and the charge of "trouble with demons" is pinned on Bai Yue's head; when the Immortal Killing Formation is activated, the Jade Emperor raises his sword and points it directly at Chi Xue's heart. This war in the name of the bond between sisters is inevitable.
Chi Xue stepped on the Nantian Gate and used the magic flame as a shield to protect her white clothes from dust; the white moon stained the lotus platform with blood, using immortal bones as a sacrifice, breaking the curse just by looking at each other. The bloody mandala is entwined with the light of the Zhuxian Sword, and the lotus dew from Yaochi is mixed with the blood of the demon world. When the red clothes finally touch the white clothes, the Zhuxian Sword has penetrated the chest——
"Sister, home is where you are."
"Yue'er, stay alive and see the three realms for me."
An unprecedented battle across two realms, a two-way protection hidden deep in the spiritual veins. They are the witch and the goddess in the eyes of the world, the only light in each other's lives, and the twin flowers destined to wither in the frost and snow. The red makeup is stained by the frost and snow, and the white moon finally falls into the dust. Only the mandala on the bank of Wangchuan River that will never wither remains, whispering the unspoken concern in the wind: "If there is an afterlife, I will protect you instead."
