[In her dreams, the sky is always a deep crimson. On the ground lie thousands upon thousands of corpses, which gradually rot away until only white bones remain. At last, they turn into clusters of bewitching flowers from the other shore, their dazzling sea of blossoms reflected against the crimson sky. Petals rise on the wind, scattering over an endless field of flowers. A woman stands silently amid the blossoms, holding an ancient sword, her dark robes soaked in blood. Her dark red hair whips in the wind, and her crimson eyes brim with sorrow. Her face... is breathtakingly beautiful.
The scene is beautiful and tragic. Cang Ling can clearly smell the blood in the air.
To seek the cause and effect, she comes to the underworld.
Bian An, the Ghost Emperor: what fate does the person who has appeared in her dreams countless times share with her?]
She is the obsession of the supreme god of the primordial world.
She searches heaven and earth for the causes of fate and the bonds that tie them together.
She lived an entire lifetime, only to find it was all a dream.
Thankfully, when she wakes, she can still laugh and joke around with Qi Shao without a care in the world. That alone makes her life worthwhile.
