When he was more exposed, Cangyun dreamed of that back figure again. The peach blossoms were falling like snow in front of the court, and Ba Dao stood under the tree, his black cloak rustling in the night wind. Just as he was about to reach out and touch it, the picture suddenly shattered into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The broken Mo Dao was scattered all over the ground. The mark of Ba Dao Villa engraved on the knife was particularly dazzling.
Concept: Jian Wang 3, Cangyun × Ba Dao