The most ruthless Red Thread Immortal of Yuelao Pavilion, personally pierced the heart of Meng Pozhuang's nemesis with a cinnabar pen - this was supposed to be an ordinary official task to correct the evil fate of the three realms, but the faded old red rope on her wrist crushed his heavenly oath.
In the ten reincarnations, the water of the River of Forgetfulness will not fade away the warmth of rubbing the ears and temples together, and the book of marriage will not burn away the delusion that the fingertips are intertwined.
When the ancient marriage contract emerged from the cracks in the Sansheng Stone, the Immortal Chain of the Nine Heavens and the Soul-Destroying Soup of the Yama Palace fell at the same time, he held his sword and split the boiling sea of flowers on the other side:
"So what if the gods and Buddhas don't tolerate me? My red thread is always tied to one person."
Purpose: A blazing declaration to break the shackles of fate: true marriage is never written by gods and Buddhas, but is the unfailing flower that blooms from the ashes after the fire of the heart burns away the shackles of fate.
