For Shuo Bing, her life is too long and there is no end in sight. The identity of the owner of the artifact and the illustrious reputation created a hundred thousand years ago have become legends all over the world in the one hundred thousand years since he escaped from the world. But when she finally stepped out of the Western Heaven, she walked into this world of mortals again. She said "she wanted to find an answer to the past."
So what is waiting for her in the mortal world?
She and Heng'an never met at the best age, because they had known each other almost their entire lives. If the memory of Heng'an 100,000 years ago was the right hand that held her while she was stealing information from the demons in the war between gods and demons, the handsome and sharp profile at the end of the war between gods and demons, and the figure who used the Xuanyuan Sword to attack the mythical beast Tao? When she broke through the White Wild Goose Peak. Then there must still be that dusk in the vast white snow at the Purple Spirit Terrace of Junyu Mountain, the independent figure smiling gently at the military book in Mello's hand, the look of being deeply stared at by Mello.
Hundreds of thousands of years have passed and all the differences between Shuo Bing and Heng'an have faded away. She sacrificed the Nuwa Stone and spoke in front of the hundred-foot-high waterfall in Ziling Terrace: "If you confess, maybe I won't have to take the step of dying with you. I borrowed the nineteenth floor of the Ghost Clan Hell from Fengchi, and you can go there."
He took out the Xuanyuan Sword and replied coldly: "Really? Why do I feel that you should go to that place?"
"In this life, I have never trusted anyone. But in the case of Yanchen, I have never doubted you."
"Why do you have so much and everything at your fingertips?"