I am a mortal princess in the world, and I have a consort who is even weaker than me.
My husband was originally an ordinary person, just a white-faced scholar, but for me, he embarked on an extraordinary path.
He gave up his pen and ink, picked up the long sword, gave up his wealth and power in the world, and embarked on the long road of cultivating immortality.
He used to go up to the nine heavens and down to the netherworld and chaos for me, and now he bravely braves the realm of death for me, killing the evil mother, just to find a magic medicine that can extend my life.
Heaven forced him to kill his wife to prove his truth, but he broke the divine sword that once created the world, knelt beside me, picked me up in the mud like a treasure, and said to Heaven:
"If it was because of losing her that I got everything I have now, I would rather never have it."
"If I lose her and this is the fate you say, then I am willing to be the enemy of fate."
But my husband doesn't know that he really should kill me.
Because I am the heart and soul of the most evil fallen immortal in the world. I was severely injured in a battle with the light of the right path, so I reincarnated into the human world to survive.
Only by killing me will the troubled times stop, the world be peaceful, the rivers will be clear and the seas will flow.
Only then can he attain enlightenment and ascend, and only then can I return to a place that is far away but belongs to me.
So I picked up the half-broken sword, smiled and said to my husband:
"Kill me."
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*The third person of the text
Intention: Love forever and finally get a good match