There is a kind of perfection called regret.
Luo Cang Prison, before birth, was a human being. His life was over, but he was unwilling to die. His soul wandered and was eaten by monsters. Their obsessions turned into entities and they were born into the clan. They forgot about their past lives and only pursued long-term and peaceful lives.
Falling into the Heavenly Prison, he was born with eight wings, matured in nine hundred years, lost one pair of wings in a thousand years, lost the second pair in two thousand years, lost the third pair in four thousand years, lost the fourth pair in eight thousand years, experienced the first calamity for eight thousand nine hundred years, survived the calamity and reborn with eight wings, and so on. The color is regarded as noble by frost, the number is regarded as honorable by couples, and those with ten wings of frost color are regarded as without pendants. Strange wings are taboo, taboo is red, an odd number of wings or a fiery red wing color are considered unknown, and are washed away from the dead after seven days of birth: a baby with strange wings has one wing broken off, if it survives to a thousand years old and loses both wings, it will be kept, if one wing is still missing, it will be exiled, and the group will migrate; if the wing color is unknown, use the power of the non-falling demon to clean the wings, if it is brown, keep it, if it is still red, abandon it, and the group will move.
I have nine red wings and am a great evil.
If you live too long, the things you most want to learn become forgotten.
But there are always some things in this world that cannot be forgotten.
Conception: