Cloud Larva

The day Yun Zuo left Mount Yunyao, everyone watched her make a fool of herself.

Look, it's her, that scheming enchantress who has coveted the Immortal Lord for years and stubbornly refused to leave Mount Yunyao. Now, at last, the Immortal Lord is kicking her out!

*

A young immortal rushed into the banquet at the Jade Tower and told Huaisi that Yun Zuo had gone to the Spirit Abyss. Huaisi furrowed his brow slightly. He had spoiled her too much, letting her act on impulse whenever she pleased, without regard for the occasion or the time. She knew the immortal sects had gathered today, and that he couldn't leave...

When the young immortal returned, his face was pale. He reported that Yun Zuo had torn out one of her own spiritual sources before the Spirit Abyss Platform and extinguished its lamp. Huaisi froze. A sudden pallor flashed across his usually cool face!

Those present saw the Immortal Lord stagger to the edge of the Spirit Abyss. As he gazed at the extinguished spiritual lamp, his vision went dark, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

*

Tens of thousands of years later, Huaisi, now ascended to the Divine Realm, met the revered deity Wenhan, who looked just like Yun Zuo, at the Sea of Jiuzhou.

Wenhan was listening to her five-clawed golden dragon complain: "I told you not to take shortcuts! If you were going to guide someone, you should have guided the right person. Now look what happened: the real one is still stuck in the Immortal Realm, unable to ascend or descend. Who knows how long they'll be trapped there!"

Wenhan made the gesture Huaisi knew so well, lightly brushing a fingertip against her lips. Calmly, she said, "It was clearly the aurora of Beiming, but you mistook it for Huaisi of Yunyao. If word gets out, you're the one who'll be disgraced, dragon."

The five-clawed golden dragon: "..."

*

What she didn't know was that, through countless days and nights in the frigid, raging depths of the Spirit Abyss, someone had transformed back into a snow-white young beast. Licking its wounds, it curled up to shield that tiny spiritual flame from the howling winds and blizzards...

Theme: Love yourself first.