[Written ahead, but updates will be irregular]
The long night is dark and blind, while the moon shines in the heavens.
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Xiu Yue only remembers that she is a demon sealed beneath the Xuan Ying Sword Sect.
She has completely forgotten that she is actually:
#The only thousand-year-old celestial demon in the Three Realms
#A former guardian of the foreign races in the human world
#The origin of the bamboo sea, a sacred land of cultivation
#The goddess whose descent a certain faith awaits
#The demon realm's life-saving medicine
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In the latter half of her previous life, Xiu Yue had almost no control over her own fate.
She awoke from her slumber and was trapped in the Xuan Ying Sword Sect for a hundred years. Then the demon clan held her hostage, forcing her to help them slaughter everyone in the sect.
She only ever saw Xie Lingjin twice. The first time was when he had just joined the Xuan Ying Sword Sect, and she rescued him in the Demon-Suppressing Forest. The second was when he stormed the demon realm alone.
Everyone said he had come to avenge his sect. Even Xiu Yue thought she would die by his sword.
But Xie Lingjin, by then the Sword Immortal Fuguang, only gazed at her from afar and said softly, "Go."
She assumed he was repaying her kindness.
She never knew that after she died, Xie Lingjin carried her in his arms, facing the gaze of thousands upon thousands, as he walked out of the demon realm and back into the human world.
His sword, Fuguang, had chosen no master for a thousand years. Proud and aloof by nature, it nevertheless mourned her for a long time.
She came and went, her whereabouts elusive, passing through Xie Lingjin's life like a brief page in a book of strange tales.
But Xie Lingjin knew.
Her pupils reflected the depths of time, like a vast landscape painting of mountains and rivers stretching as far as the eye could see.
The moment he touched that world, he became aware of his own insignificance.
He knew that perhaps he was nothing more than a shadow of dust along her endless journey, yet he clung to a delusion all the same, longing for her favor.
Theme: The mountains grow green, and all life returns at last
