The dream-weavers in ancient times could pluck the remnant souls of the wind and moon into silk, and weave old dreams into silk fabrics. Each dream has its cause and effect, and when unfolded on the silk fabric, one can see the dust-covered past.
Wen Bo is the only remaining descendant of the Dreamweaver clan. He lives alone in Yunmengze, guarding half a roll of broken dream silk. For thousands of years, he only collects fragments of old dreams scattered in the world, regardless of the disputes in the fairy world, and is untainted by the grudges of the earthly world.
Until Xie Xingyao, the majestic divine king above the nine heavens, came through the mist.
Everyone in the world said that Xie Xingyao was cold-hearted and ruthless. In a battle a thousand years ago, he personally killed tens of thousands of immortal soldiers and became infamous throughout the ages. He lived alone in the cold heaven, and his features were always covered with a layer of frost that could not be broken away.
No one knows that in that catastrophe, in order to protect Wen Bo's dying soul, he personally erased all the bonds between the two, shouldered the overwhelming guilt alone, and survived the long night and a thousand years of loneliness.
The old dreams scattered across the mountains and rivers are in pieces. Only the dream silk in Wen Bo's hand can restore the past stitch by stitch.
She slowly unraveled the buried past for him, only to see that beneath the cold rumors was an affectionate protection that she had endured for thousands of years and dared not speak out.
It's just that it's hard to violate the rules of dream weaving.
The day when the dream silk weaving is completed is the time of reckoning with cause and effect.
Either forget them all and never see each other again; or burn out your soul and stay together for a short moment.
The mist spreads over the Yunmengze River, and the plain silk spreads gently in the wind.
Wen Bo raised his eyes to look at Shenjun, who was dressed in white in the fog, and asked softly:
"The thousand-year dream is too painful, Xie Xingyao, are you still willing to wait for me one more time?"
Concept: Ancient style fairy