On the other side of the Yangtze River, Manzhu and Shahua are in full bloom. Because of a thought by ghosts from the underworld, purple twin flowers wander into the world.
Zi Wu asked himself that this life was a happy one, with parents who loved him, and a sweetheart who was deeply devoted to him. Unfortunately, on his fifteenth birthday, he was born as a disciple. He was entangled in endless nightmares every day. In his dreams, the sky was filled with yellow sand, eagles were flying, and the figure kneeling there, standing tall and boneless, was cold and lonely.
For the first fifteen years of Zi Sheng's life, she had been following Zi Wu as a shadow. When the seal was broken, all the unknown hidden thoughts were revealed, and the slender fingers disturbed the mortal world. Zi Sheng curled her lips coldly towards Xie Bi'an, the underworld ghost who sealed her. The boundless loneliness of these fifteen years must be revenged.
Later, the man was dressed in white, he pursed his lips, and behind him was the rushing river of forgetfulness, "Building another body is not a big deal for Honzai."
Intention: Ghosts from the underworld come into my arms