When the six worlds turn into a boundless nothingness, with a sigh, you can forget the hustle and bustle of the world and the beauty of the world.
Isn't it a wonderful thing to be immortal and immortal?
But at the cost of not being able to enter reincarnation, there is truly no do-over. Doesn't this sound no longer beautiful, or even deprived? When you get some luck that ordinary people can't get, you must lose some things that ordinary people can't lose.
The only mistake she made in her life was falling in love with the wrong person.
She is the leader of the elven holy war, fighting against the sky, but falling in love with the god.
She hurt him, and she died by his sword.
He gave up half of his life in order to gain a chance for her to re-enter reincarnation.
"Hold my hand and walk with your eyes closed and you won't get lost."
This story is purely fictitious. Any similarities are purely coincidental. This is my first time writing a long story, so please forgive me for the bad writing.