Once he descends to earth, a fateful relationship begins.
He is the supreme god of the prehistoric era in the Nine Heavens. Countless people worship him and dare not blaspheme him. She originally existed in the mortal world, but she is neither human nor demon, as small as dust in the mountains.
He picked her up, gave her a name, and gave her endless love. And she called her Master.
They have been together for eight hundred years, but I don't know whether it is a deep love or a shallow relationship.
That day, she kowtowed and prostrated in the Palace of the Past, not to meet him, but to stay close to his warmth.
She missed her deeply for three thousand years, until in the end, he was the one who picked her immortal bones with his own hands and destroyed six of her bones. I miss you, but my companionship will never last forever.
A night of Sanskrit singing, a turn of events, a walk to the Naihe Bridge, a walk through the flowers on the other side, and a drink of water from the Forgotten River. It's not redemption, it's just deep love.
Since it is too difficult to care about, why bother to be reborn?