He is the Jizhao God who fell into the mortal world. He is eternally cold and careless.
He is Lu Jin, a mortal struggling in the dust and mud, full of hostility and serving only one person.
A pursuit worth one's life, a silent sacrifice.
Lu Jin burned his bones, blood, soul, obsessions and the rest of his life into nutrients and fed them back to his god.
The divine essence returned to its original position, and the three realms were stable. Only the people who offered sacrifices turned into ashes and were no longer traceable.
He won the way of heaven, regained his divine status, and gained eternal immortality.
But guarding a dilapidated human hut, waiting for a soul that will never return.
God does not understand love. Once he is moved, he will remain silent forever.
People devote their lives to it and serve it alone for the rest of their lives.
The deepest love is silent.
The ultimate love is to be alone.
Intention: to use one mortal body to worship one god; to use one sacrifice to fulfill an eternal regret. Mortals take orders as a matter of course and don't ask about the way back; gods wait in vain, and all eternity will be in vain. The ultimate sincerity of a one-way road, the heavy sadness of a fate that cannot be violated, and the ultimate fate of loss when loving to the extreme - the most pious devotion is to burn oneself to fulfill the one you love; the most deep-rooted affection is to have lost the one you love forever when you understand love.