I have been alone in this cold-hearted pavilion in the void, half asleep and half awake for tens of thousands of years. The jug of wine in my hand relieved me of all my worries and gradually erased many of my past memories. I vaguely remember that my memory used to be excellent.
Today, the wind chime I hung on the eaves of Lengxin Pavilion suddenly swayed without wind, and made bursts of crisp and melodious sounds. This sound woke me up, and I remembered that I am an ancient demon god and the overlord of the six realms, but why have I been drinking alone in this pavilion for tens of thousands of years? Wind chimes, wine, and Lengxin Pavilion are everything I have had in these ten thousand years. I felt so sad that I knocked down the swaying wind chimes. The wind chime fell, and I saw the phantom reflected from it. It was a person, a person I had forgotten.
Intention: The devil reappears, setting off a bloody storm in the six realms. Time and space are intertwined, right and wrong, virtual and real. It is difficult to distinguish between the so-called righteous way and the evil way, lies and the truth. The most evil thing is the human heart. Only true love can have a glimmer of hope.