My name is Ning Wei, and I picked up a man in white who was covered in injuries and lost all his memory in the extremely cold mountains.
His eyes were cold and celestial, and he casually pointed out the bottleneck that I had not broken for three years. I happily accepted him as my teacher, thinking that I had picked up a top figure in the world of immortality.
Until the heavenly realm posted reward orders all over the three realms - Xie Wuchen, the most wanted criminal in the heavenly realm, was responsible for the collapse of the main gate three hundred years ago, massacred all the guards, seized the divine bones, defected to the lower realm, regardless of life or death, and offered a reward of hundreds of millions of immortal crystals!
I looked at the master next to me who was making medicine for me, and the medicine bowl in my hand fell to the ground with a clang.
What's even more shocking is that the "Ning" mark on my chest that I have carried since childhood actually has the same origin as the old mark deep in his soul; the "she" who looks exactly like me in the door whispers in my dreams every night: "You are my outer body, you should go back for me."
The old accounts from three hundred years ago, the divided soul, the old practice of making decisions for others, the seal deep in the door... Under layers of fog, I finally discovered:
I didn't pick up the master, it was him who risked his life three hundred years ago to snatch me out of the disaster that destroyed the whole family.
And what is weighing on me is never a simple fate, but an entire old path that has been distorted by "replacements".
"Master, they say you are a devil." The ego lamp stood in front of the crack, with three shadows overlapping behind him, "But I know that you are the only person who has never made a decision for me."
His fingertips trembled slightly, and his eyes that had been frozen for three hundred years finally began to ripple: "Awei, this time, I will accompany you to walk by yourself."
