After practicing for thousands of years, he is number one in the immortal world and invincible.
Not interesting. I endured the Heavenly Tribulation eight times, tried it through the heart with ten thousand swords, and I didn't even bother to go when the Immortal Emperor invited me to drink tea.
The only thing I haven't tried yet is falling in love.
On the first day after going down the mountain, I met a mortal. He invited me to eat candied haws, saying it was "sweet"; he was being chased for debt, and I rescued him casually. He hugged my thigh and called me "ma'am".
I thought it was quite new and decided to learn from him what "like" means.
After studying for a month, he took away all my belongings.
I squatted in the ruined temple, and for the first time I knew what "heartache" meant. It turns out that gods can also be deceived, and it turns out that heartache is more painful than ten thousand swords piercing the heart.
But three months later he came back, covered in blood, holding the jade pendant I had thrown in his arms.
"Auntie," he grinned, "I got your things back for you."
I looked at him and suddenly felt that my thousand years of life had been in vain.
Because it wasn't until this moment that I truly understood——
It turns out that it's not that I don't understand love, it's that I don't dare to love.
