When I woke up, I was in mud, with fairy mountains shrouded in mist before my eyes.
They say that I am a genius with spiritual roots that is rare in thousands of years, a natural spiritual bone that is rare in thousands of years, and a mystery that fate favors but abandons.
My master is Tianxuan's most powerful immortal, but even she doesn't know why, she is missing a ray of soul.
The willow leaf pendant around my waist gets hot for no reason, and my heart always feels the phantom pain of ice pricking on rainy nights.
Until that time I walked down the fairy mountain and stepped into that era of misty Jiangnan that had been erased——
The turbulent tide of Qiantang River brings memories:
The spring waves in Qiantang, the willows on the embankment, the sky full of paper kites, and a painter whose face is covered with white gauze and whose paintings are filled with lotuses...
The handsome young man in the portrait, with dark eyebrows and black eyes, dressed in white, looks like a god of salvation, and it is actually me.
And the facial features of the person who painted the painting are clearly...
——"Master, why was your soul broken in my previous life?"
Purpose: Love is not just about finding your partner, but also about finding your complete self