Qian Renxue fell from the Douluo Continent, and the last ray of her divine consciousness traveled to a martial arts world where the court and the rivers and lakes intertwined, and possessed the young master of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.
Opening her eyes, she picked up a young man covered in blood from the deep pool at the bottom of the cliff.
She recognized that face - a face engraved into her soul, an obsession that she could not get in her previous life. Tang San, the last orphan of the original Tang sect, was poisoned by traitors to erase his memory when he was young, and became an outer sect disciple, knowing nothing about his blood feud.
And with her mind-reading skills, she happened to be able to hear his thoughts.
"In this life, I will protect you."
The arena is no longer what it used to be. In the early Tang Dynasty, the Tang sect was destroyed, the righteousness withered, King Yao got involved in martial arts, and hypocrisy was rampant. The two of them fled to the end of the world under the killing order, from the forced protection at the bottom of the cliff to the heartfelt confession in the Valley of Broken Souls, from "your life is mine" to "let the whole world know that you are mine" - running in both directions, the two strong men doting on each other, sweet from beginning to end.
However, the angel's godhead collapsed, and the dark backlash intensified day by day. The only thing that can save her is the inheritance of the God of Hidden Weapons sealed in Xuantian Baolu. Tang San spent eighty-one days in seclusion to achieve the perfection of the six secret arts. On the last page of the secret book, he saw four words - Zhi Ge and Protect the Dao.
He realized. The highest state of Buddha's Wrath Tanglian is not the divine weapon of destruction, but the pure light that illuminates the inner demons and saves the common people. On the day he walked out of the secret room, he held the golden lotus between his eyebrows, and the light rain from the sky silently fell on the hundred thousand troops. The soldiers laid down their weapons in droves, and his face turned pale - he was no longer qualified to become a god, forever. She opened her eyes in the light rain, and the twelve holy wings spread out, but it was no longer cold gold, but a warm light that encompassed light and darkness.
