The Legend of Mo Xue: The Floating Life of the Five Realms (Prologue) She is the most noble and arrogant existence in the world. A simple green shirt, a demon-slaying sword, turning the hand becomes clouds, covering the hand becomes rain, jade becomes muscles and bones, iron becomes intestines. He had a black robe as his armor, a sickle as his weapon, and a pair of purple eyes that were cold and noble, as charming as a demon, but he was willing to fall into the mortal world for her and keep him as a star for several lifetimes. He is enchanting in purple clothes, holding the Nine Nether Purgatory with one hand, and the tower of souls with the other hand. To all living beings, he is nothing more than an ant. For her, he was willing to give up his eternal life, even if he was destined not to be the one to stay with her forever. He was an innocent young man with fluttering white clothes and a breeze on his sleeves. He had set great ambitions for her to recreate the picturesque mountains and rivers thousands of miles away. Even if the white horse passed by and he lived for thousands of years, his feelings would remain unchanged until death. He, with his red robe like blood and red hair and scorching eyes, was lying in the sea of flowers on the other side, which was like fire. He was as sad as picturesque and enchanting, and he had a wonderful encounter with her. Even though it has been a hundred years of vicissitudes and things have changed, he is still willing to go through fire and water for her and return to the west. In this eternal love, who can capture her heart in the end?