Jin Nancen walked forward barefoot, blood dripping down her arms and blooming on the ground. A delicate lotus flower bloomed. The wind blew her hair away and stuck to her face. The pain was dense and spread all over her body, like the cold wind in winter. The pain was heartbreaking. "Sister..." She held the soul-reviving lamp that had long since lost her soul and refused to leave any trace of it. She was a god in the world, but no one knew that she also needed a shelter.
The fox clan has been wiped out long ago. There are very few surviving sisters. She is the only nine-tailed fox in the fox clan. Naturally, there is an extra heavy responsibility on her shoulders. She must suppress the soul-suppressing tower. Even if she is afraid, she has to go there. There is always someone in this world who wants to be the god that people say. If the soul-resurrection lamp breaks in her hands, it means that the soul of the original owner has completely dissipated. Jin Nancen walked to the soul-suppressing tower and slowly turned around and looked down from the coffin platform at those people who were still fighting for the last soul as thin as a cicada's wing. Her heart was gnawing like ants. She looked at those people like hungry wolves pouncing on food, pushing and tearing each other, shouting and cursing all intertwined together, like puppets who had lost their minds.
Jin Nancen laughed coldly and pointed at them with trembling hands, as if she were looking down at a cold object. She laughed like a madman, and sad tears fell in series on her hands.
"Sister, you said you are a god in the sky, and you said you want to protect the common people. Is this the life you have protected for thousands of years?" The strong wind blowing on the body from the Soul-Calling Tower is as biting as thousands of cold needles piercing the skin. "Sister, I am really unwilling to accept it, but those innocent people are not willing to accept it." You deserve to be treated like this." Ji Nancen closed her eyes, slowly pinched her hands and chanted, slowly gathering the golden light around her. She poured the elixir into the tower bit by bit, and her tears fell on this desolate human world. The soul-suppressing tower began to be repaired, and the scurrying souls of injustice dispersed.
A story that focuses on finding the soul.
Intention: Find you and stay by my side year after year