Immortals and demons, good and evil, are disturbing each other, and dreams are like falling flowers;
Love and hate, right and wrong, separation and reunion, who should I tell my sorrow to.
I am just a student who loves to drink lemon tea. A thunderstorm will bring me into a world like a novel. I heard that cultivating immortals can have magic, and I might be able to come back, but this is just the beginning.
He is high above, guarding the six realms for thousands of years; I am watching from afar, and I just want to be by his side.
He is my master, the lord of Immortal Sword City who is famous in the Six Realms. Everything is fine for me here, like a bright star, responsible for the six realms.
Originally everything could have been fine... But fate plays tricks on people.
For a moment, prosperity is like a dream, and the dream wakes up from the frost...
Did you wake up from a dream? Are we destined to die?
Conception: