Rumor has it that Demon Lord Xie Yan is going to die.
Before his death, he broke into the fairy world and captured the most inconspicuous flower elf Hua Zhi.
The immortals sneered, the Demon Lord was crazy, who could he threaten by catching a piece of trash?
No one knows that in the Yongye Palace, the frail flower spirit is held in the hands of the Demon Lord every night, so as to alleviate the pain of the "withered demon" that gnaws at his heart and bones.
She was trembling, thinking that she was a drug that could be discarded at any time.
Little did he know that her dying body was being quietly nourished by him with the purest magic power.
"Why?" She asked tremblingly.
His pale fingertips brushed the petals of her spiritual light, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in the abyss of his eyes:
"Because you are the only one who has blossomed in my rotting life."
And when the Immortal Sect's army pressed on the territory, vowing to kill this demon who "harbored evil intentions"——
Hua Zhi, who had been hiding behind him, slowly walked to him.
Behind him, thousands of demonic vines burst out of the ground, and the white divine light washed over the world.
The envoy from the immortal world knelt down in shock: "Jing, Jing Shi Yuan Rui... The ancient flower god!"
It turns out that she is the original god forgotten by time.
From the glimmer of light in the cage to the protection in desperate situations;
From the forbidden contract between gods and demons to the embrace at the end of the dust.
This is a prison that begins with use, but ends with a symbiosis of souls.
In the palm of the demon king's hand, gardenia blossoms bloom.
Withered trees come spring, and gods reborn from the dead.
