She would never fall for a future villain. That would be so cliche.
But when snowflakes revealed the lines of fate on a Mobius strip, she had to admit it: across the past, present, future, and eternity, she had fallen for this villain.
*
At the end of the 999th year of the Great Yuan Era, the Six Realms were embroiled in war. Mountains collapsed, seas roiled, and the world fell into chaos.
The foremost female cultivator, Daoist Lord Tianwei, was surrounded by demons in the Gorge of Life and Death on the Continent of No Regrets as she tried to save her dao companion and the people of the Immortal Alliance. Alone with her sword, she challenged the demon overlords of thirty-six lairs. She fought for a month, only to die in the gorge on the day reinforcements arrived.
The Weilan Sword pierced her heart. Looking at the person before her, she smiled and asked, "Demon Lord, did you really come to die with me?"
Blood fell like flowers. The hideous demon king walked toward her, step by step, facing the cold, ruthless sword.
"I didn't come to die with you. I came to save you."
Bu Tianwei thought, how ridiculous. A demon would die to save her?
*
When she opened her eyes again, it was the beginning of the Great Yuan Era. The Six Realms were once again at war, and the world was in chaos.
Snow fell in thick layers, chilling her to the bone. Bu Tianwei turned and saw a ragged boy who seemed familiar.
"What is your name?"
"Bu Tianlan."
Snow fell again and again. At last, she smiled and ran toward him.
"Bu Tianlan, this time, let me save you."
P.S. No promises that the plot will make sense. Just writing for fun.
Theme: The wind rises over duckweed, and the waves grow into ripples. Small, but never insignificant
