When her purple eyes reflected the desolate world, and when the noisy voice in her soul broke through the shackles, she stood alone on the boundary between life and death, staring at the flower fields on the other side in front of her, with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood behind her. Her heart remained calm. As soon as she stepped on the path of cultivation, the years passed like the wind, and her long life passed by. Her relatives, mentors, and friends... Were all buried by her hands in pursuit of immortality. She lost too much on the road, and this sadness crushed all emotions. Only the road under her feet always accompanied her. When she tried her best to hold it but still lost it, when she realized that what she cherished was just a dream, when the nine characters that could not be escaped in fate followed her like a shadow, and the heart wandering in the vastness had no place to go... The price of eternal life is that it is doomed to be lonely, is it worth it? This question is meaningless, because there is no one in the world to answer it, only the figure that continues to walk alone in the sea of flowers, the petals scattered in the sky seem to be singing the irreparable past in the memory.
Note: There is no cp in this book
Intention: On the road of life, the only one you can rely on is yourself