Outside the Nine Heavens, there is a lotus lantern that will never go out, mysterious and solemn. In the wick, half of Xuan Xiao's soul is imprisoned, like a secret past that has been sealed. Si Ming Xingjun gently touched the life book in his hand and couldn't help but sigh: "When the emperor used the phoenix bone to suppress the demon abyss, did he ever think that what was burning in this lamp of death was his own emotions and six desires?"
In the first life, Yunzhuo knelt on the jade-like ice surface of Wuwu Sea, surrounded by a bone-chilling chill. She watched helplessly as Xuan Xiao held the meteor chain and mercilessly crushed the immortal roots she had just formed. Green-gray snowflakes fell one after another, landing on his blood-stained god-binding silk ribbon. In a daze, she recalled the day when she became a disciple. The master's fingertips gently brushed the fire pattern on her forehead, and his voice was cold: "Idiot, the road to immortality is long, and the most important thing is to avoid having delusional thoughts."
In the second life, in the Demonic Palace, three thousand netherworld lamps emitted faint light, reflecting the complex and gorgeous gold pattern on Yunzhuo's wedding dress. When the Hexin wine enters the throat, it is spicy and bitter. Yunzhuo gently held Xuan Xiao's hand, pressed it to his heart, and said in a soft voice but with hidden meaning: "Emperor, do you know that when you taught me the Nine Transformations of the Universe, a soul-eating vine had quietly grown here?" As soon as she finished speaking, ice soul threads instantly penetrated her heart. At that moment, the blood-stained ice soul silkworm clothes in the dark room of Ziwei Palace were clearly reflected in the reincarnation mirror, which was exactly the same as what she had worn when she died in her previous life.
In the third life, the blazing karma fire of Burning Sky Cliff crazily burned the twelve magic pillars. Yunzhuo held the fragment of the bronze bell in his hand, with a slight smile on his lips: "When the emperor rescued me back then, did he see today's ending already written in the life book?" In Xuanxiao's gilded eyes, the phantom of the phoenix suddenly shattered. At the same time, millions of thunderbolts from the Fallen Immortal Platform crashed down, striking at the interlocked fingers of the two people.
Three thousand years have passed leisurely, and the new little fairy in Yaoxian Valley always likes to sit quietly on the cold jade steps and carefully weave star ropes. Whenever the Milky Way pours in, the faint sound of the meteor chain will always be mixed with a vague sigh: "Zhuo Zhuo, this scar on your wrist was originally the knot I tied with my own hands."
Purpose: This work uses the calamity of love in three lives as a sharp edge to deeply analyze the eternal fierce competition between "destiny" and "original heart" in the myth of Xianxia. With the help of the fateful reincarnation of Yunzhuo and Xuanxiao who killed each other and redeemed each other in the three lives, we explore the supreme proposition: If love is judged as a fate determined by heaven, then destruction and rebirth, are they the final destination of heaven's punishment, or a prelude to resisting theocratic rule?