While mortals cultivate immortality, the gods are born divine. The fortune of heaven and earth is alive with spirit, and under the right circumstances, a divine embryo may be born. They possess primordial divine power from birth and bear duties bestowed by heaven. In reverence, all spirits across the four seas, eight wilds, and three realms honor them with the title of Ancient God.
The ancient age has passed, and the gods have dwindled. Only a handful of the Ancient Gods remain. One of them is the Boundless Ancient God, who governs worldly romance and commands the tides of mortal love.
The Boundless Ancient God is a peculiar flower in the divine realm. She has seen every love and hate, every parting and entanglement, yet for hundreds of thousands of years, she has never once fallen in love. The few handsome suitors she managed to attract were all driven away by her own hand. Ancient Gods may live forever and keep their looks, but this auntie-generation goddess has no thought of marriage at all. She spends her days disguised as a man, getting up to no good with Qing Heng, the Qingqiu Emperor who was hounded into marriage and ran away from home. At one point, ignorant juniors even started a rumor that they were lovers, and the story grew until it became a drinking tale for the little immortals for countless years.
What nonsense. Any older immortal knew that the Boundless Ancient God was actually a beautiful woman.
This goes to show that the divine realm really is terribly dull.
So dull that even the Boundless Ancient God's marriage prospects became the subject of a betting pool.
The dealer, Taibai Jinxing, held back tears, overcome with sorrow. The pool had been running for tens of thousands of years, and he had no idea what year it would finally be settled.
"The Ancient God is such a waste of a pretty face."
Wubian stopped her brush midstroke. The brief pause was enough for ink to spread across the paper.
Her eyes half closed. "When you've seen so much love, it loses its charm."
Qing Heng, beside her, waved a plain folding fan and smiled with effortless elegance. "Only those who suffer lovesickness know its bitterness."
"If romance is boundless, then how can you know its limits without stepping into it?"
Wubian raised her voice. "Oh? Are you feeling lovesick? My book of infatuations has nearly a thousand of your lovely confidantes in it. Perhaps Qingqiu needs an empress to take charge. If you're too embarrassed, I can bring it up with your father another day."
Qing Heng's eyebrow twitched. His voice trembled as he said, "Ancient God, you're being a little wicked."
The world changed like drifting clouds and passing dogs, yet she never expected that her own love and hate would quietly flare and fade, a flower slowly unfurling within her.
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