The Other Shore of Guixu: No Crossing

The world is divided into three realms, and all living things are bound to one sea.

The mortal world forges karma, the netherworld filters it, contemplation returns it to its true form, and reincarnation turns in an endless cycle. There are no exceptions.

She was once an emissary of salvation from the Realm of Contemplation. After falling into the mortal world for 999 lifetimes, she remembered neither her past nor the way home. With compassion, she helped the world let go of its obsessions, yet she alone could not forget the figure at the ferry crossing of the River of Forgetfulness.

When they were parted in an instant, she walked alone through the cold mountains. Old dreams crumbled into smoke, and only the warm jade in her arms stayed with her through every hardship.

He was a ferryman of the Netherworld, steering his boat and ferrying souls for three thousand years. He had severed all affection and desire, and upheld the laws without wavering, yet for one person, he broke every rule.

Hidden in the void, unseen, silent, and never intruding, he used the Heavenly Emperor's primordial power to protect her across thousands of miles. Though they were close enough to touch, they were worlds apart. He could keep her alive, but not shield her heart from pain.

A nine-tailed immortal fox became her inseparable companion. They communicated through their bloodline and fled death together. When she entered the Daoist sect, her extraordinary constitution and divinations of the heavenly secrets yielded only six words: Do not investigate. Do not speak. Do not tell.

The one who ferries others is trapped by love; the one who upholds the laws is trapped by his own heart.

The balance of the three realms and the paradox of reincarnation demand an answer at last:

Should one preserve the order of heaven and earth, or defy the ages and turn back time to give her a peaceful lifetime, free from separation?