Hate Mianmian

The way of heaven is ruthless, and the fox fire ignites the ninth heaven. Nine hundred apricot blossoms, ninety thousand years of delusion, will eventually become a fire that burns the heart and karma. Xuanzhi - the highest god in heaven and the "axis" of balance in the three realms. He is condensed and formed from the fundamental laws that created the world. He is ruthless and has no desire. He has only one duty: to come and correct the deviation of heaven's way. He is the embodiment of "stop", the end point of all things running, and the absolute order that even tears must be frozen before falling. Yin Nao - the purest descendant of the nine-tailed sky fox, smart, beautiful and persistent. Five hundred years ago, I caught a glimpse of the Tianhe River when it was leaking from the top of Kunlun Mountain, and I have been obsessed with it ever since. He didn't understand what it meant to be ruthless, but he only knew that the figure standing in the wind and snow was so lonely that it made him feel heartbroken. The nine-tailed fox Yinnan, with five hundred years of passionate love and ninety thousand years of lonely watching, made the most desperate confession to this cold rule: I broke off my tail and turned it into a lamp to renew his soul in the abyss of the North Dark; The clone transformed into a lock and helped seal the world demon at the top of Kunlun Mountain; Burning all the spiritual bones, refining the light-tracing mirror just to see a trace of his past... He spent all his cultivation and longevity just to ask: Do you really not know? And Xuan Zhi's answer is that deep in the laws of heaven, that drop of tear always hovers at the moment of falling - it is the destructive "reluctance" that he knows is about to break out, but still allows it to grow. When Yin Nao burned his last spiritual tail and asked the way of heaven with the blood of his heart, what he got in exchange was not an embrace, but the ultimate silence in which Xuan Zhi crushed his teardrops and destroyed his personality. It turns out that the most painful thing is not the ruthlessness of God. It is the way of heaven that has feelings, but it can never be said. The nine tails are ashes, the apricot blossoms are hanging, the heavenly path collapses, and the tears turn into calamity.