She was a purple vine, and she was blessed with the essence and blood of the God of Nine Provinces to transform into an immortal by the Sansheng Spring. During the transformation, she could only hear the ethereal voice gradually drifting away, saying, "Time is also fate." The Sanskrit sound was low and clear, causing ripples on the faint spiritual platform of the purple vine. Between her and him, fate and destruction, what is right and what is wrong, what is cause and what is fruit,
Does anyone know?
He gently held her in his arms under the redwood tree, "Zi Luo, do you know that you are my calamity, my god-destroying calamity?"
On the Ancient Pillar, she lay covered in blood in his arms, "Sir Changhua, what I owe you has been paid off... Qingran, your sincerity was paid in error after all..."
In the Qifang Palace, she was dressed in purple and was lying on a beauty couch, while he was wearing a plain robe and was sitting there, making half the room fragrant.