Mu Han died.
He died at the hands of the three disciples he had loved as his own daughters, and through the schemes of Ye Qiyun, his moonlight, whom he had loved and hated for a thousand years.
But he should never have died.
He was an immortal trapped in endless reincarnation, who had lived for ten thousand years. He had been a business tycoon, could capture the spirit of calligraphy with a brush, and could command the laws of space and time with a lift of his hand. He was acknowledged throughout the cultivation world as the greatest cultivator of all time.
With their thousand-year wager nearing its end, he had casually taken on three disciples. He had only meant to fulfill his dear friend’s final wish, never expecting to lose his own heart in the process.
His eldest disciple, Lin Nanchu, bore the pain of losing her entire family. He taught her the way of killing and gave her the Star Inkstone, a magical treasure. She became the Venerable of Frosty Night, a shield who could take a fatal blow for him;
His second disciple, Shen Zhiyi, was a sweet and fiery young lady from a wealthy family who had wept and begged to become his student. He taught her the laws of time and gave her the Brilliant Sun, a spiritual treasure. She became the Immortal Venerable of Dawn, a light who could accompany him across the human world;
His third disciple, Su Nian, was a pitiful girl with nowhere to go. He taught her the cycle of life in all things and gave her the Wonderful Brush of Blossoming. She became the Immortal Venerable of Mortal Dreams, a warmth that understood his thousand years of loneliness.
Then there was Ruan Nian, who had been with him for hundreds of years. He had found her in the mud and watched her grow from a timid girl into a powerful woman who could stand on her own. She had always respectfully called him “Master.”
He thought that at last, in this life, he could escape the loneliness of reincarnation. But he never expected that a thousand years of unresolved longing would become a heart demon, or that Ye Qiyun’s curse would ultimately ensnare him.
He could have turned the tables with a single move, but after living for ten thousand years, he was tired.
As he calmly accepted death, he gave all his divine abilities to his disciples and saved his only chance to be reborn for
