The night when Lin Xiafeng, a graduate student in the Department of Archeology, touched the Jiuxiao Huan Peiqin, the cut fingertips of the strings seeped into a thousand-year-old blood oath. The bronze compass drew her into a rainy night in Wu Zhou Chang'an. The poison-quenched sleeve arrows on the shoulders of the young man in black clothes, the missing gilded chi kiss on the eaves of Da Ci'en Temple, and the familiar cloud and thunder patterns on the Nuo-faced man's blade - these patterns that should have been buried deep in the ground actually matched perfectly with the rubbings in the secret room of the tutor's study. When the Kunlun Mirror reflected the same face as her childhood sweetheart on the Qinhuai River in the late Ming Dynasty, she was shocked to realize that the so-called time travel was just a web of cause and effect woven by a thousand-year-old family using fragments of the river map. Each time he untied a Xuanji figure, his five senses weakened, but the burn marks on his palm and the young man's overlap became clearer and clearer. In front of the star dial at the Autumnal Equinox Festival, at the moment when the Nuo face shattered, she finally understood the truth that was not recorded in the history books: It turned out that what the Taixu Realm foresaw was not the future, but the freeze-frame scene of his martyrdom in three hundred reincarnations.
Purpose: To maintain order in the human world with great love and to change history