Ji Mingyue, a graduate student in the Department of Modern History, accidentally traveled through time while staying up late to study the historical materials of the Gods, and became the youngest princess of the Zhou Kingdom. After waking up, she found herself in the era of the Battle of the Gods, and on the battlefield was the tragic figure she had choked for in her thesis - Kong Xuan. As the first peacock in the world, Kong Xuan was involved in the dispute between Shang and Zhou Dynasty in order to repay the karma between his mother Xuanniao and the Shang Dynasty. In the original work, the ending in which he was forcibly subdued by the Western sage Zhunti was exactly what Ji Mingyue felt.
Ji Mingyue, determined to change this tragedy, went to the front line in person in the name of comforting the troops, and met Kong Xuan for the first time in Qishan. Her boldness and uniqueness caught the attention of the proud peacock. From then on, from the secret meeting under the moon by the Weishui River to the time when she risked her life and death to stand in front of the saint on the battlefield at Jinjiling, Ji Mingyue intervened in destiny time and time again as a mortal, just to fight for a free future for Kong Xuan. This pure kindness and courage also quietly melted Kong Xuan's lonely heart for thousands of years.
However, the price of interfering with destiny came - Ji Mingyue suffered a backlash from heaven and her life was in danger. In order to save her life, Kong Xuan resolutely gave up his natal bird feather, which carried half of his life's cultivation, tightly linking the fate of the two. In the end, under the mediation of Taishang Laojun, Kong Xuan paid the price of "proclaiming himself a supernatural power for a thousand years and losing his true body" in exchange for his promise to join hands with Ji Mingyue to go into seclusion and not enter the West.
The two stayed away from the disputes and lived in seclusion in a mountain town called Qingxi Town, where they spent seventeen years of an ordinary and warm life. But the prying eyes of the Western religion have never stopped, and the thousand-year covenant is like a sword hanging from the ceiling.
