At the dawn of the Heavenly Realm, all living things began.
That day, pear blossoms flourished outside the Minluo Hall. Amid mist and drizzle, the blue-robed immortal broke off a pear blossom branch, only to accidentally fall into the mortal world.
The immortal in blue pursued him all the way, and love took hold of his heart. Through twenty cycles of reincarnation, he won the chance to be with him in this life.
They say his skin was as smooth as ice and jade, his complexion as dewy as cream. Yet this immortal sought only to shake off the chill and stand alone atop the branch.
In the Six Realms, they say the Heavenly Dao offers only joy, not sorrow. But after joy runs its course, the sorrow is an indescribable pain.
Whether fortune or misfortune, sorrow or none, depends only on the heart.
That day, "tears streamed down his jade-like face, a pear blossom in spring rain." In a haze of helplessness, all that remained was a quiet, sorrowful soul.
A tribulation in one life, a trial in the next, all for the sake of cultivating the Dao and becoming an immortal. Who could have known that one thought alone would separate immortals from demons?
A lifetime, a thought, an obsession, a resentment.
In the blink of an eye, times changed and the world was transformed. The seas became fields, and there was no going back...
Theme: All things grow, each with its own dignity
