Where the Peach Blossoms Are Gone, There Is No Limit to the Sea of ​​Hatred

After the Kunlun Market War, Mo Yuan returned as his soul, but Bai Qian was no longer the little fox that only followed her master and caused trouble. She had cut out Mo Yuan's heart to draw blood and guarded his soul for 70,000 years, and she had told herself over and over again over the long years that as long as he could come back, she would be willing to be just a master and apprentice forever in this life, separated by an insurmountable natural chasm. However, after Mo Yuan woke up, what he brought back was not a gentle reunion, but an extremely cold decree of destiny - Bai Qian is the queen of Qingqiu, and she has the destiny of all corners of the world. If she has an affair with a god, it will surely trigger a flood of disaster and make everyone die. In order to protect Qingqiu and repay the consequences of the Qingcang Rebellion, Mo Yuan chose to personally cut off all affection between the two. Bai Qian doesn't believe in destiny, and she doesn't believe that Mo Yuan really never loved her. But when she saw Mo Yuan marrying someone else and expelled her from the Kunlun Ruins in public; when she was heartbroken and heard him say coldly, "Between you and me, there is nothing more than a master-disciple relationship," she finally understood that the most cruel punishment in the world was never loss, but that she loved deeply, but could only watch the other person push her into eternal destruction. Three hundred years later, a boundless demonic tide suddenly appeared in the world, and Qingcang, who had been missing for a long time, made a comeback. Bai Qian discovered that half of her heart that had been sealed back then was actually the key to opening the door to the netherworld, and Mo Yuan's so-called engagement, indifference and betrayal were all related to a sacrifice that no one knew about. It's not that he doesn't love her, but that during the 70,000 years she was sleeping, he used his soul as a contract to bear the divine punishment that should have befallen her. It's just that this love came too late and was hidden too deep.