Country, or beauty.
A mysterious power attracted countless covetous people, and also opened the gear of fate in the dark.
The silver mask had an icy aura, and he said to her, "I want the country and the beauty." However, in the end he lost the tenderness in her eyes.
The gentle jade flute played an ancient and unparalleled song, and he tore off the disguise of a fool, "Whether it is you or that power, I am bound to get it." But in the end, it was difficult to have both.
His bloodthirsty eyes flashed with unshakable pride, and a smile drew a cruel arc on his face, "You have half of my essence and blood in your body, you are me, and I am you." But in the end, the only connection with each other was lost forever.
A huge conspiracy permeates the air, and the destined parting is like the dew of morning, calm and beautiful. The worldly bond has not been broken, her smile is like a flower and her tears are like dew. Thousands of blue silk threads danced in the wind, and facing every hypocritical face, he resolutely drew out the Immortal Slash, "Use my blood to sacrifice my energy. Use my death to dissipate this trouble-causing power."
The supreme power reverses time and space. Can the reshuffled life be able to reunite the regrets of the past? Can broken hearts and old wounds be healed through persistent mending? The destiny is not over yet, the share is lost. In the cycle of reincarnation, who is bound to eternal life?