For tens of millions of years, Wuyou stood beneath the Tree of Forgetting Love, watching Qingqiu foxfire burn away love, Beihai merfolk bleed into the vast blue sea, and Southern Netherworld spirit deer wait in vain in desolate mountains...
The world begged her to cure the poison of love, never knowing that she was the one who had swallowed the love-worm. Using the Six Realms' lovesick anguish as her ingredient, she was making a medicine to heal herself.
The blood shed when imperial princes slew their brothers became the tears still wet at the corner of a fox maiden's eyes;
The roots of the willow tree beneath which a fisherman had waited for a hundred years wound around the soul-devouring nails in a mermaid's spirit-locking pillar;
The ashes of poems burned by a poor scholar who passed the imperial exams became scars beneath a battlefield general's armor...
Every ingredient was devouring that person's spirit, making it more transparent by the day.
Until heavenly lightning from the ninth heaven split the cracks open...
Only then did Wuyou learn that the cinnabar between her brows was a curse that person had carved into her by cutting out his heart and scraping out his bones. Their supposed master-and-disciple bond was just him using a bone as a pen to write her fate into his own book of destiny.
It turned out he had never been protecting the common people. He had been protecting the three thousand delusions he dared not confess...
Theme: Love's entanglements linger, and though the world is fickle, it is impossible to forget.
