There is a small island in the extreme southwest sea of the heaven, called Yuandao. There is a tree on the island, called Yuanjie Tree, with a huge crown. Half of the tree is extremely lush and bright green in color. There are bright silks and satins tied to it, and countless spiritual birds and butterflies fly around it. The other half is rotten, and the black and white satin tied to it hangs lifelessly, as if the wind cannot move it or the wind has not passed by at all. There were a few crows standing on the rotten branches, and their caw-wow noises were disturbing.
Xianyue Kingdom, "I think it is fate, it is fate. Even if its essence is calamity, it is my fate." The eldest princess said slowly.
"Even if he is my calamity, I will be happy to do so." Came the eldest princess's firm voice.
Lingshuang Kingdom, "Your Majesty, no matter when I look over in your eyes, there is only the country, not me!"
Intention: There will be disasters in life, and we can only face them