One hundred and twenty-eight thousand years ago, he was the Supreme Being of the Immortal Realm, sealing the demons with one palm. He was as cold as jade and had a pure Taoist heart.
Twelve thousand years ago, she was a saint in the devil world, with a dark dark line engraved between her eyebrows: Manzhushahua was born around the moon, and she was naturally charming, but she was willing to seal her cultivation with a forbidden weapon and become the humblest orphan girl in the world.
She plans to meet him. The design asked him to take her back to the fairy world. Through the design of getting along day after day, this person who had never been emotionally moved opened a Taoist heart of 128,000 years for her.
He tailor-made exercises for her, defeated the Immortal King with one palm, and risked his own life to make her a symbiosis contract. He said: "If my Tao heart cannot accommodate one person, then this Tao is not big enough."
The night after she heard these words, she clenched the corners of her quilt tightly in the darkness.
Then she severed the symbiosis contract, took away a piece of his true body, and walked into the demon army's formation without looking back.
She didn't look at him.
From beginning to end, she didn't look at him.
He knelt in a pool of blood and wanted to call her name - but found that he didn't even know her name.
With his true body mutilated and his spiritual energy exhausted, he fell from the heavens into the mortal world. Everyone thought he was dead. She thought so too.
But he didn't die.
Every word, every smile, and every tenderness that he said to her was crushed one by one in his hatred, and was tempered into a new Tao - the Tao of Destruction.
The former Wugou Immortal Lord now has no trace of gentleness in his eyes.
And she stood in the temple rebuilt in the demon world, her fingertips repeatedly rubbing the mark of the peach petals on her sleeves that could not be washed away.
He wants to come back to her.
Not for forgiveness.
But...
Concept: When personal emotions collide with the fate of the group, no one can escape unscathed. She chose her clan and broke his path; he chose her and broke his heart. This story does not ask who is right or wrong, but only asks what price you are willing to pay for what you believe in.