Galan. Luoyun.
The situation in the Peak Divine Realm is changing, and the two coexisting dynasties are fighting openly and secretly. Drunken life and dreaming of death. Overturned once.
Ten years of waiting and patience.
Ten years of exile and search.
An inevitable war with no destination. There is no end.
Everything has just begun.
——I love you. But I love the machinations and the fire of killing more. Love the world more.
——I know that all you can give me is the deepest despair and the most beautiful death.
The country is picturesque. The fleeting time is picturesque. The beauty is picturesque.
Because of the holy war four years later, no matter how beautiful the memory was when we first met, recalling it can only make people more sad. Those past promises and attachments are all old loves and old dreams.
Those unforgettable memories are all vows that cannot be kept, and they are all pasts that cannot be returned.