In ancient times more than three million years ago, on Yaobi Mountain in the divine world, the corpses of the gods were everywhere.
Li Yue stood in a sea of scarlet, looking at the man holding the Heavenly Sword in his hand, walking towards her step by step. When Tianjian finally penetrated her chest and fell into the all-too-familiar embrace, she had long since lost her resentment. Her short life, from the first moment she came out of the abyss of the underworld and saw him, was destined to be doomed.
She could see the crystal liquid surging in his eyes, but she didn't know that when a god sheds tears, he is no longer a god.
Many, many years later, on the top of Canglan Mountain in the mortal world, he was dressed as plain as snow, overlooking the wind and clouds. She knelt before her, afraid to speak.
"Why did Master want to build the Moon Palace?"
He just looked at her calmly, but he didn't know that her heartbeat had stopped at that moment.
"Years ago, a woman made a wish to me. She said she hoped to see the end of this troubled world in her lifetime."
"Who is that woman?"
"I don't remember."
Yes, three million years have passed, and who can still remember the unforgettable love?
Master and disciple in two lives, staying together for three lives, and ending in five lives. The sixth life, no, is the life after this. In the most humble posture, she looked up at him who had long forgotten everything and turned into a mortal body. Watch him grow up, get old, and die. He would marry a wife and have children, but he and she were in the wrong places. It turns out that all this has already come to an end.
My brother said, "It's been three million years, do you still expect him to come back?"
But he came back and stood in front of her again. But she is no longer the same person as she was back then. This is the tragic fate of her fate. Looking at the once deep love, getting further and further away from her...