This place is Cangxuan, the sky is suspended, the world of dust is connected, and the ruins are filled with doubts.
The way of heaven is responsible for balancing the profit and loss of all things. It only measures the number of cause and effect and does not care about the joys and sorrows of the world.
A hundred years ago, a silent mysterious disaster swept the world. The aristocratic family collapsed, the noble family was in ruins, and countless past events were lost in the ashes of the war.
The fairy book is written sparingly, with the four words "karma backlash" as the final word. Those grievances and unspeakable difficulties buried deep in my heart are all lost in the dust of time, and are gradually forgotten by the world as time goes by.
Ling Qiwu fled to the foot of Changxi City with his clothes covered with dust, lost in the fireworks of the market.
She keeps the past tightly in her heart, does not chase old grudges, does not ask for justice, she only wants to be an idle passerby in the floating world, spending her days and nights peacefully.
Changxizong heard that Yu Zhao was responsible for the barrier and the sealing of cause and effect.
Adhere to the principles of righteousness, have a pure heart, stay away from distractions, be fair-minded, and regard all living beings in the three realms as beings, without the slightest trace of earthly emotions.
The cherry blossoms are falling all over the path and the mountain breeze is crossing the ravine. It is just an ordinary encounter between immortals and mortals.
The two people, who were supposed to go their separate ways, were slowly entangled by the threads secretly woven by fate.
There are laws in this world that cannot be overstepped, and people have grievances that are difficult to explain.
The dust-covered secrets and the chess game planned in the dark will eventually be revealed layer by layer over time.
Love is not the root of origin, and hatred is not the whole story.
When the awe-inspiring avenue shatters the seven emotions of the world, there is never a perfect choice in the world.
A thought arose from the calamity, and there was no return.
