Above the Nine Heavens, the "blood moon that purifies the world" once every ten thousand years is about to come.
Wei Chen stood on the top of Kunlun, wearing a plain white monk's robe that rustled in the strong wind. He is the reincarnation of the Buddha, and his only mission in this life is to use his lifelong cultivation to ignite himself and set up the "Pure Lotus Brahma Array" to cleanse the turbid air in the world when the blood moon is in the sky and the yin energy is at its strongest. The elders of Tianji Pavilion gave him a decree: before the formation is activated, he must maintain his Yuan Yang body and his thoughts, otherwise the formation will backfire and the three realms will be in danger.
But on the edge of the cliff three feet away behind him, a spiritual plant was trembling violently. That was Huaxian Tanyin. She was demoted to the lower realm for helping mortals thousands of years ago. She was punished to transform into another form only once every thousand years, and only at the peak of the blood moon. The last time she transformed, she met Wei Chen, who had gone through tribulations in his previous life, and received a little favor from him. From then on, she cultivated for ten thousand years just for him.
Tonight, the tip of the moon is stained with blood. Tan Yin could feel his spiritual body condensing, stronger than ever before. She knew that this was her only chance. If she could not make him remember the fate before he stepped into the formation, she would fall into endless sleep and waiting for thousands of years from now.
Wei Chen could clearly hear the subtle sound of petals blooming behind him, as well as the familiar floral fragrance that had entangled him all his life. Elder Tianji's warning rang in his ears, but the knuckles of his hand, which was twisting the beads, turned white.
He can't look back. The people of the three realms are tied to him.
She must bloom. This is the only meaning of her existence.
The blood moon is climbing up the sky little by little.
Intention: The fateful entanglement between a Buddha and a flower spans ten thousand years. In a desperate situation where personal emotions and grand responsibilities cannot be reconciled, the depth, height and temperature that human nature can reach.