"You see, these thousands of monks are struggling to achieve nothing but vain pursuits." Yan Linque stood on the top of the sea of clouds, with the boiling aura and roar of the Immortal Sect at his feet. His tone was as calm as if he was commenting on an irrelevant drama, "This way of heaven has long been a rotten tree that has been hollowed out and cannot support the true path to ascension."
Yin Ying's strange eyes reflected the chaotic energy flow and the fear and greed in people's hearts. She clenched her fists, but her voice was calm: "So you have to burn it with your own hands? Along with all these living beings?"
He turned his head, his eyes filled with eternal ice and a trace of imperceptible madness: "The old embers are immortal, so why is it new? Yin Ying, can't you see it? See that this river of fate has long been rancid and black!"
"I saw it." She met his gaze, and for the first time there was no timidity in her glazed eyes. "But what I saw was also the fear you never said. Yan Linque, what did you see at the bottom of the river three thousand years ago?"
Yan Linque smiled. There was no warmth in the smile, but there was a kind of paranoia that was almost relieved: "I finally asked. Okay, then come with me and see with your own eyes - the source of the long river that is destined to be burned by us."
Intent: The male and female protagonists write a chapter of destiny together