"Beichuan, you are destined to have a disaster when you are 170,000 years old. It is both a peach blossom disaster and a fatal knot." The fairy-like old man stroked his beard with a serious expression.
In order to avoid this disaster, Beichuan has not had sex with women for 170,000 years.
"Ahem... Your calamity has been postponed, but it is not unsolvable. Ahem..." The old man clenched his hand into a fist and put it to his lips to cover up the cough. There was a strange red color on his face. "You just need to remember that there is no need to endure it anymore."
Thousands of years later, after the Peach Blossom Tribulation, he met the Peach Blossom Tree Demon. He finally understood that she was his calamity. He could not avoid it, and he did not want to avoid it anymore...