That year, I jumped into a bath of fire.
I saw a group of fairies surrounding the barrier by the pool, either snickering or sarcastic, or confused or indifferent.
I thought maybe one or two kind-hearted fairies would call my name before I died. Even if it wasn't heartbreaking, it would at least let me know that my short time of hundreds of thousands of years was not in vain.
But no, Wuruo Yuelao, Yu'e Xiaoxian, Taibai Jinxing, they just stood quietly in the distance.
As I sank, it became blurry little by little.
Yes, I remembered it. My name has already been spit upon and abandoned by thousands of people. How could anyone be willing to say those two words again?
In fact, there is no such scorching fire here as the legend says. I don't even feel any pain or itching. I just feel like I have fallen into soft clouds and water, falling slowly and slowly. The wanton soft fire engulfed me, and I seemed to have turned into a little koi carp again. No matter how the flowing fire melted and eroded bits of skin and hair, I slowly closed my eyes, and a deep sleep came over me. I seemed to have returned to many years ago, when the sky, clouds and water were the same color.
No rumors, no rumors,
Only he and I share the world.
Intention: Kun, transformed into a Peng, can travel ninety thousand miles; the objects in the pond will not stick to a small corner, but will surely grow wings and soar into the sky.