The Wangchuan Sect was burned in a fire overnight, and young Helian Yanyi was the only remaining orphan in the family. The massacre was only to plunder the sect's secret scriptures, and the perpetrator was none other than the Yunshu Sect, whose guise was to help the common people.
In the years that followed, all his sharpness was reduced to a shell. On the surface, he was carefree and faced all the difficulties with a smile. In his heart, he carried a broken and rebuilt heart, and walked through the immortal gate bearing a sea of blood and hatred. By chance, he met Su Yuanshu, a disciple of Yunshu Sect.
One is an orphan who bears the hatred of destroying his family, and the other is a famous disciple who is trapped in the moral principles of his sect.
Love grows in the cracks of stance.
The eight sects competed in the game, and the truth was revealed layer by layer. Unfortunately, Helian Yanyi fell into the hands of the enemy and died after being tortured. His bones were scattered among the rocks on the cloud platform, with no monument or tomb.
Big dreams are overturned, and all lies are shattered. Standing on the dilapidated cloud platform in the late autumn and early snow, Su Danshu saw clearly that the great path he had believed in all his life was false.
There was no one in the world worth cherishing, so he drew his sword and ended his life at the place where his lover died.
The yellow leaves are rustling, and the autumn snow is flying.
If we don't worship together in red clothes, our souls will return to the dust.
Purpose: To question false morality and cherish the sincerity and sincerity that is rare in the world.