"Disaster has come, the reincarnation of fate appears in the mist, and the artifact is revealed." When Taoist Wu Qing murmured this prophecy, the wheel of fate began to truly rotate. Love and hate thousands of years ago, persistence and pursuit for thousands of years, who is whose arsenic and honey? Everyone's eyes are filled with fog, and they can only be enslaved by fate. When everything is settled, who can escape? Who else is sinking? Who will never regret it until death? Eve held the blood-stained artifact, looked around, lowered her head and smiled: "I really want to go back to that spring."