It took three thousand years to bloom, three thousand years to bear fruit, and three thousand years to mature. It took ten thousand years for me to see you.
Meeting gods and killing gods, meeting demons and killing demons, she fought through a sea of blood, and finally used the Sky Pointing Sword to carve the fate between him and her on the Three Lives Stone. However, he finally chopped the Three Lives Stone into powder.
The origin and destruction of fate cannot be more than a thought, it is just helpless, the love is deep and the fate is shallow.
He was really wrong. His mistake was that even the six realms could not tolerate her, but he loved her.