Wanji Xingzun went through a calamity, was sacrificed, and his soul was shattered.
The God of Mold, Sui Wu, was burdened with the punishment from heaven and walked towards him through the tribulation of dust.
She used her own origin as fuel to transport his incomplete soul back to its original place.
Incense curls up in the mortal world, refining strands of gilded wish power. After returning to Jiutian, criticism and impeachment came like a surging tide.
All the immortals hate her for being plagued by disasters and regard her as a sinner who steals the remnants of heaven.
Only Jing Heng knew that beneath the gloom and misfortune all over his body, there was hidden the hottest tenderness in the world.
The auspicious stars have fallen into the dust, and the bad luck gods have crossed over to me. It is a fateful bond that spans disasters and blessings.
