[Fanfiction/Sword and Fairy 3: Jing/Qing] The Ninth Heaven's Strings Speak

Once, Feipeng loved the color white so much when he lived among mortals. But why, after watching it day after day here, does he feel no joy or stirring in his heart? It seems that this white, which once consumed him to the bone and ravished his soul, was only precious because of one person. A person dressed in white. In his empty, vacant eyes, storm waves suddenly surged, and he was submerged beneath a vast, boundless tide. There is no wind in the Celestial Court. Apart from the Demon Lord Chonglou, no one brings any change to this place. People and pillars of dark stone stand frozen in a rigid scene, devoid of life. This is how the gods live: eyes open, guarding a prison with no purpose. No walls need be drawn; it becomes a prison of its own. Theme: