After eight thousand years of immortality, Yun Wuya's only obsession was the sword that pierced the heart on the ascension platform.
He once thought that Bing Ruolan was the only light on his long journey of spiritual practice, the Taoist companion he was willing to stop and share the path to immortality.
Until that day, she personally cut off his path to ascension and let him know the truth. She had been taken away by the ancient fallen immortal as early as in the secret realm where the young man was traveling with him. Eight thousand years of tender companionship was nothing but a carefully woven scam, and the real her had been imprisoned in the boundless darkness for eight thousand years.
He burned eight thousand years of cultivation and self-destructed, but his soul was protected by a ray of residual soul that she struggled to break away from, and he returned to the morning when he was sixteen years old and in the Tianyan Sect's Servant House.
At that time, she was still the much-anticipated ice genius in the sect. Her white clothes were as beautiful as snow and her eyes were pure. She had not yet fallen into the Infinite Prison.
And he is the Wuya Immortal Lord who has traveled eight thousand years of immortality and returned with endless regrets and obsessions.
In this life, he is no longer obsessed with ascending to the top.
When the secret realm was robbed, he protected her from the evil spirits that eroded her soul; the road ahead was thorny, but he paved a smooth road for her.
He wanted to kill the evil spirit hiding in the dark, settle all the grudges in his past and present lives, and even more, he wanted to protect the girl he owed for eight thousand years.
The road to immortality is long, not even half as good as your facial features.
This time, I want to walk side by side with you on the road to immortality and have no regrets in this life.
