Since ancient times, the love between immortals, immortals and demons, and humans and demons has never had good results. They are either wiped out or unable to reincarnate.
As the most talented cultivator, she has the entire Zixu Sect on her shoulders, but she has no choice but to fall in love with the princess in heaven.
Where should love go?
If a beauty's life is never weak
Are there any legends in this world?
If you are born as a moth and dare not fight the fire,
What magnificence does this destiny rely on?
Like Lingluo, wrapped around
Like shackles, wrapped in gold and jade
Like snowflakes flying and falling
Beautiful, living towards death
If love can be broken, it will be lonely after all
Forgot the cause and effect
The persistent persistence and the false promise
A lot of this youth is wasted in vain
Years and months are wasted, missed in reincarnation
The forgotten person is me
Familiar outlines, mottled eyes with tears
Looking at but unable to touch
Love can be thought but cannot be said