When violet eyes reflect a desolate world, and the clamor of voices in her soul breaks free of its shackles, she stands alone at the boundary between life and death, gazing toward the fields of flowers on the other shore. Behind her lie mountains of corpses and seas of blood, yet her heart remains unruffled. Once she set foot on the path of cultivation, the years swept past like wind through a long life. Family, mentors, friends... she sent them all to their graves with her own hands. She lost too much on the road to immortality. Her sorrow crushed every emotion, leaving only the Great Dao beneath her feet to accompany her to the end. When she exhausted all her strength trying to hold on, only to lose what she cherished; when she realized that everything dear to her had been no more than a dream; when the number nine, inescapable in her fate, shadowed her at every turn, her heart drifted through the vast wilderness with nowhere left to call home... Immortality comes at the price of inevitable loneliness. Is it worth it? The question is meaningless, because no one in this world remains to answer. There is only her solitary figure wandering through the sea of flowers, while petals drift through the sky, seeming to sing of the irretrievable past held in her memories.
Note: This book has no romantic pairing.
Theme: On the road of life, the only person you can rely on is yourself
