Xiuxian, I Am the Ancestor of Your Ancestors

On the day when the Demon Palace was sealed by heavy snow, Gu Qingyi was nailed to the Immortal Punishment Pillar by the righteous monks. They peeled off my spiritual veins with bone-eroding forbidden techniques, cut my bones with poison-quenching chains, laughed and cursed, and threw the stigma of "devil's disaster" on me - I have been protecting the world for three hundred years, but I finally ended up with my bones broken and ashes thrown away. When I was dying, I saw my attendant Mo Chen kneeling in the snow, his clothes stained with blood, but he still stretched out his hand to touch me, but was knocked over by the sword energy in the snow. He was my attendant who brought me back to the Demon Palace. He was taciturn and kept sorting out my documents and making tea for me every day. I never delved into the deep meaning hidden in his eyes. My soul left my body, and I was floating in the wind and snow, watching him climb up from the snowdrift. At that moment, the seal around him shattered, ancient divine power swept across the world, and Xuan Yi hunted like a fire. It turns out that he is actually a great master in the hidden world. In order to stay by my side, he proclaimed himself a cultivator and became a willing servant. He took the broken sword I left behind and crushed the gate of the Immortal Alliance. In the past ten years, I watched him liquidate people one by one, slaying those who had harmed me one by one. His methods were ruthless but full of desperate desperation. Every time after bloodbathing the enemy, he would return to the frozen magic palace, rub my old things, and call my name softly to the empty hall. On the day of revenge, his meridians were cut off, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he fell in the blood-stained snow. I floated above him, watching the snowflakes fall on his pale face. He clutched the half of the jade pendant I left behind, his breath weak but still murmuring: "Qingyi... I'm here to accompany you..."