It was snowing heavily in June, and Buzhou Mountain was dyed red with blood. Not a single bird or beast was left alive. Buzhou Mountain, which appeared again in the Six Realms, finally turned into a real hell. The sky fire swallowed everything in an instant.
Tears? Her tears had long since dried up, and the demon princess's tears turned into amber, and no one knew what she was saying.
Silence? The snow on Buzhou Mountain and the resentment of the immortal in the immortal world have long been buried. Who still remembers his peerless grace?
Cold? The eternal cold wind of Buzhou Mountain never stops day and night. Who would have thought of its singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.