Was that encounter the result of a plot, or a fated marriage gone awry?
In a foreign realm, there lived a little shaman god named Song Qing. He had spent millions of years in that cursed land, and was willing to fade away into the void just to visit the mortal world once.
Because, with a single glance back, he had seen that person's radiant, beautiful profile.
He had heard someone say that a spirit dwelled in the air that had been gazed upon, and Song Qing had actually believed it.
He gazed for so long that even the years were touched by the shadow of longing.
But the person he had watched for a thousand years cruelly said to him, now gray at the temples: "Old man, drink a cup of the Forgetting Soup. Forget your past, enter the cycle of reincarnation, and be born anew. How about it?"
He was asked ninety-nine times. On the hundredth, he replied, "If entering reincarnation will make you happy, then why shouldn't I be reborn for you?"
The red lotus flames of karma died out. What awaited the shaman god was not ascension, but the severing of every bond and a rebirth into nirvana.
By entering the cycle of reincarnation at that moment, he became a true god in the mortal world. It turned out that love, desire, and hatred were no obstacle at all to the gods.
In the next life, I hope I won't see your smiling face again.
After seeing such beauty, how can one be free of desire? And if one cannot be free of desire, how can one endure a life alone at the peak of supreme power?
A thousand years later, who remembers the figure in white who once roamed the four seas and eight wildernesses?
Very novel setting, please come on!