The prophecy flower was born on the bank of the West Sea. It does not belong to demons, Buddhas, humans, demons, gods, or ghosts. A prophecy flower, a word becomes a prophecy. It took four thousand years to break out of the ground, seven thousand years to bloom in the world, and ten thousand years to take human form.
I am just a prophecy flower. In order to find my species, I only seek to ascend to the gods through calamities. However, the love of the six realms and the vast world of mortals cannot be broken.
I want to break away from the world of mortals, but I can't help but have endless love.
Past and present lives are intertwined.
The oath of eternal love remains unswerving.