In order to save the tribe from imminent disaster, the spirit fox Ali voluntarily stepped into the "Pond of Cleansing Fate" and experienced seven lifetimes of love tribulations to temper his soul and refine his heart.
She was once a witch, and when she gazed at the stone, she felt trapped in the jade and her soul was unwilling to accept it.
She was once a soldier, her blood was splashed on the Great Wall, and her comrades died in the cold moon.
She was once a scholar, and she drank wine from a golden cup, but it was too late to regret having lost her deep love.
She once worked as a businessman, and her body was burned in flames, only to realize that all her delusional thoughts were turned into ashes.
She was once a monk, her blood stained the Bodhisattva, her path of compassion became an asura field.
She was once a mortal, in the misty rain of Qiantang, she tasted the warmth of a porridge and a meal, and held the peace of a person with a white head in her hand.
Until her seventh life, she had supreme immortality, a perfect imperial career, and loved relatives and friends—but at the top of bliss, she saw that the splendor of this prosperous age was just a glazed illusion tailor-made for her.
The seven lives are over, and the waves of calamity are over. When the whole clan fell to their knees, Heavenly Dao asked: Should we inherit the fate of immortality in exchange for three hundred years of peace, or should we give up our memories and fall into endless reincarnation?
Ahri looked back and looked at the people of his race who had relied on and loved him deeply for thousands of years. He suddenly smiled and jumped into the pool of water that symbolized forgetfulness.
"I will not be a god to be worshiped, nor will I be a person to escape from."
"I'm going to use this seven-life calamity fire—"
"Burn a road of our own."
Good! Good! Good!