When the peach trees on Kunlun Mountain bloomed and then withered, and after the third year of blooming again, he finally understood.
Regardless of whether he is a god or not, he is in charge of peace, life and death in the six realms. Or set foot in the demon world and lead troops to conquer the heavenly palace.
There is no way to escape - the fate of all things is endless.
But he still shamefully misses the world of mortals in the three thousand mirrors of mortal world.
In the mortal dream, there were March peach blossoms, falling gracefully in his palms, and a girl's bright smile, smiling happily in the peach grove outside the courtyard.
He seemed to be able to picture her appearance before his eyes, and the tone of her voice as she called his name could still echo in his ears.
And every time he thought of this, his chest felt like it was wrapped with billions of silk threads, tightening inch by inch, and it hurt so much that he couldn't open his mouth to speak.
In the haze, he seemed to recall the first time they met. The woman pressed against the peach tree he had worked so hard to plant and said:
My name is Taohua.
The peach blossoms shine brightly.