Thousands of years ago, there was a life-and-death battle between humans and gods.
"Use my soul and summon my blood. The soul has passed away, but the soul will never leave. With my own strength, I will be disillusioned without regrets!"
The curse of disillusionment can destroy everything. The price is that the soul of the person who used the curse is scattered everywhere and cannot be found.
Somewhere between, that ray of soul is attached to a new life; can the catastrophe in the divine domain a thousand years later be resolved again...
The beauty of the nine states and the vastness of the world are, to her, just the request of the person she likes; the beauty of the country and the power she holds are not as good as the moon-stained flower in the sea of flowers in the divine realm in midsummer.
Buddha said, one flower and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi.
Thousands of years later, she still cannot escape disillusionment.