As Gusu listened, a mysterious water mirror appeared in the sky above Yun Shen, reflecting the future many years later.
In the mirror, Wei Wuxian's body and soul disappeared, Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan died in the battle at Lotus Pier, and Jiang Yanli's blood stained the sky forever. And Jiang Cheng, the young man who grew up under the influence of his father's partiality and mother's high pressure, was forcibly revived by the fox demon's inner elixir when he was about to die, and he became half-human and half-demon ever since.
He needs to feed on raw blood, fight against the demon nature on a full moon night, and secretly conquer the twenty-three demon kings in the demon world. When Jin Ling was pushed into a cold pond and had a high fever for three days, he transformed into his enemy, slaughtered all his family members in one night, and sacrificed more than a hundred lives to sacrifice the Seven-Tailed Demon Emperor. When Baijia raised questions at the symposium, he opened his mouth and spoke with all his venom: "Wen Ruohan spent twenty years swallowing up half of the country, is he worthy of comparing with me?"
Only Lan Xichen reached out to him when he was at his worst, played the piano for him under the moonlight, and stood by his side during the symposium: "Jiang Wanyin is my Taoist companion, the mistress of the Gusu Lan clan."
The young people outside the water mirror looked at their tragic future and the partings and deaths that had not yet happened. They still have a chance to change everything - as long as they are brave enough, determined enough, and make better choices at every fork in the road than what they see in the mirror.
From being forced to become a demon to unifying the demon world, from struggling alone to having someone beside him, Jiang Cheng used his own way to prove to everyone: he is not the second Wen Ruohan. He is Jiang Wanyin.
Intention: My destiny is up to me and not up to God. Even if you are pushed into the abyss by fate and forced to accept the most unbearable identity change, you can still rewrite the chess game of life according to your own will. What truly heals trauma is never time, but someone who penetrates your layers of thorns and defenses, sees your unspoken loneliness, and then chooses to stay.
