The amnesiac medicine spirit was looking for home, but found that she was not looking for a home, she was home.
My name is Angelica sinensis. I am a medicinal herb and a medicine for amnesia.
I only remember two things: I was going home and someone was waiting for me.
The home is Jueyinganxu, one of the twelve classics ruins of Baicaoxu, which has been abandoned for twenty years. The person waiting for me was Solo, a one-armed swordsman, taciturn, but he looked at me as if he were looking at someone who had been dead for a long time.
The Baicao Market is corrupting, the medicinal spirit has turned into a bloodthirsty medicine, and everyone in the Twelve Classics Market is in danger. The Most Powerful Sutra Master Shen said that I am the only one who can purify corruption - as long as I "return to my position" to sacrifice, I can save the world.
But I don't want to sacrifice, I want to go home.
I broke into Salt Lake City, descended into Fenghao Canyon, fought against Qianghuo, entered the Blood River, and entered the sealed depths of the Pericardium Ruins. I met the man who had trapped Aconitum for me for twenty years—my former sutra master, another "Angelica."
She said: In three years, you will break the seal with your own hands. Not because you wanted to, but because you thought that was the only way to save me.
She said: You are not looking for a home - you are a home.
Now, I stand on the deserted land of Ganxu, with a dead angelica tree in front of me, and behind me are pursuers, poisonous fog, and the one-armed man who always walks on my left.
I want to rebuild the liver ruins.
I want to find a third way.
I want "Angelica" to no longer be a sacrifice, but a return.
