Heaven's Secrets Are Beyond Calculation

Can the secrets of heaven be divined?

Can every secret of heaven be calculated?

Haohe doesn't know the answer, and neither does Li Mu.

At the end of the Celestial River, between the stars and moon, two lovers made the most sincere and beautiful vows

Li Mu gazed at the handsome man before her, gentle as jade, and devoutly made a vow beneath the bright moon: "May I be like the stars and you like the moon, our radiance shining on each other night after night."

Haohe: "I love the Three Realms, but I love you more!"

Time passed, and the world changed.

How long does a promise last?

In the Hall of the Jade Emperor, all the gods and immortals knelt on the cold floor. Only one figure remained standing alone in the center, desolate and despairing.

A high-ranking god spoke bluntly. "I implore the Heavenly Emperor to make a decision. The Heavenly Realm cannot wait any longer!"

Haohe remained silent: "..." Nothing could compare to the agony of his heart being torn apart.

"The Great Way is heartless; Heaven and Earth are unkind, treating all things like straw dogs." Only now did Haohe finally understand the meaning of these words.

How heavy is a burning heart?

At the end of the Celestial River, between the stars and moon, love began here and ended here

Haohe held the still-beating heart in his hands, and it seemed to weigh a thousand jin.

At that moment

He seemed to see how the two of them would end.

Li Mu looked up at the man holding her heart. He was so familiar, yet so strange. "So all you wanted was a heart. Ha... What a scheme, what a calculation! You played me perfectly, Haohe!"

"Why would you treat me like this? You gave me hope, then shattered it all, "

"Haohe, in the name of the descendants of the Mother of Earth, I curse you

In this life and every life to come, may you be abandoned by everyone and grow old alone.

May all your schemes and calculations come to nothing, "

Haohe held the heart, trembling. The blood dripping from it seemed to burn his body and even his soul. "...As you wish."

"From now on, our bond is severed. We owe each other nothing."

"...Fine!"

Fate toys with people, and even fools the gods

A heart of five-colored stone cannot mend the sky or save a god.

Everything returned to the beginning

"Then make it grow another heart. If one isn't enough, make two. If two aren't enough, then..." Some immortal sprang forward, speaking cruel, vicious words with a crazed expression.

"Yes, yes! If one isn't enough, make two. If two aren't enough, make three. One day we'll mend it. Your Majesty, the Heavenly Realm must not fall!" Like a drop of water in hot oil, the suggestion quickly won the support of all the gods and immortals.

At the end of the road, even gods could no longer maintain their former immortal composure. They, too, could go mad.

Haohe sat on the lofty throne in the pavilion, listening to the clamoring arguments below. Every word pierced him to the bone. Despairingly, he closed his eyes, battered by countless wounds.

"Meeting me was your greatest calamity. If I could, I would wish I had never existed, so at least I would no longer be the one hurting you!"

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At the Execution Platform for Gods, a fierce wind blew, cutting across the pale face and leaving streaks of blood. Yet the person didn't care and remained motionless.

Nothing is more sorrowful than a heart that has died...

"Carry out the execution!" A deep voice came from afar.

Thus their bond came to an end!

The howling wind lifted the hair that covered the woman's face, revealing a beautiful, pure face, now dulled and weary, utterly haggard. Her body continued to fall, but who cared?

A whisper, barely audible over the wind: "The world is full of faithless, fickle people. From now on, I shall be a man, without heart or feelings, free and unrestrained, "

In the mortal realm, at the royal Jade Purity Temple

A gifted State Preceptor of mysterious origins was born.

And the one who followed him down to the mortal realm was none other than Yinglong Gengchen, the God of War.

At the end of the Celestial River, between the stars and moon, Haohe wasn't the only one who had fallen in love. There was also, him.

On the white jade platform of the Jade Purity Temple, the young State Preceptor looked down at his followers, his eyes full of indifference

Li Mo: "What is love? I have never believed true love exists in this world. Don't waste your effort."

Gengchen: "So what if you don't believe in love? I love you, and that has nothing to do with you!"

Through all their trials and tribulations together, whose heart would once again be born anew, blazing hot

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You can't live without becoming a madman. Since love is gone, then let there be hatred!

Whose original intentions have been lost, unleashing this overwhelming tide? Becoming a god or a demon is a matter of one thought.

Who is scheming behind the scenes, playing the hidden hand?

In the end, the young State Preceptor could not withstand the schemes closing in around him, and perished in the trap...

In the days of youth, dressed in fine clothes and riding swift horses, one could see all of Chang'an's flowers in a single day.

The proud, carefree young general, burdened with responsibility for his country,

endured the crushing weight of political power, yet ultimately could not resist fate's cruel tricks!

On a battlefield choked with smoke and dust, the young general looked into the endless darkness ahead, then turned to the commander beside him and asked innocently, "Commander, will we win?"

"Of course!" A low, magnetic voice sounded by his ear, steadying someone's heart.

When the whole truth is finally revealed to the world, whose tears will fall into that empty heart?

The sky shattered, and seawater from beyond the heavens flooded in. The Three Realms lay desolate, with the cries of all living beings echoing without end

The God of War, Yinglong Gengchen, pointed his sword at the exalted ruler of the Three Realms and demanded in a grave voice, "How could you bear to do this to him? Haohe, how could you?"

The exalted, cold Heavenly Emperor listened to the accusations without joy or sorrow. Gazing at the shattered sky, he gave a mocking laugh

"Ha... Why? I don't know either. Perhaps I was unwilling to accept it... But in the end... it was all for nothing, all for nothing." His voice trembled, numb and hollow.

"It all has to end now, it has to end!" Holding the blazing, scorching heart in his hands, he transformed into his true form. A silver-white, sacred qilin appeared between heaven and earth, surrounded by loneliness and desolation.

With reckless abandon and desolation all around him, he charged into the shattered sky.

"I'll let you go, and I'll let myself go. From now on, we will never meet again, in life or death, "

The qilin sacrificed himself, and the five-colored stone repaired the sky

From then on, the Divine Realm fell, and the Underworld rose!

The balance of power in the Three Realms was reshuffled. The center of power passed to the Underworld, just as it had once belonged to the Heavenly Realm...

The ghosts and gods of the Underworld cheered, and the River of Forgetfulness churned...

Who can say whether this is fortune or misfortune?

The secrets of heaven cannot be divined,

and no one can calculate them all.

Theme: My fate is mine to control, not Heaven's