"Nine reincarnations, I can't trap you in the end"
[Seemingly gentle, but actually criticizing the male protagonist × Innocent, cruel and fateful female protagonist]
"Su Jin, don't save me anymore."
Every time she died in his arms, she always smiled tenderly at the last moment.
Su Jin, an outer disciple of the Canglan Sect, watched helplessly as the genius senior sister Yu Sheng died tragically at the hands of a demon cultivator to save the people.
After being a madman for hundreds of years, he refined the Eye of God and reversed time and space, only to discover:
After saving the villagers, she exploded the golden elixir to protect her fellow disciples.
To eliminate the demon in advance, she used herself as bait to become a hostage
He took her to elope, and the demon cultivator followed him as promised...
"It turns out that your life has long been written into the history of the collapse of the Liguang Dynasty."
When Yu Sheng managed to peel off Su Jin's Eye of God in the last reincarnation, he finally understood——
This dead end that spans a thousand years has always been the way she set up for him... To survive.
"You reversed time and saved me countless times. This time I will send it to you... The world will be peaceful and the stars will be bright."
World view:
The Liguang Dynasty was an era where humans, gods, and demons coexisted.
Outside the East China Sea, there are immortal cultivators living in a hut, with Qingluan as their companion and Su Yue as their lamp. Recite the Yellow Court during the day, suppress the Demonic Abyss at night, use the heart of Tao as the lock, and use the sword energy as the key.
Xijing is a prosperous place, the wine and meat smells stinky in wealthy families, and there are frozen bones on the road. The dignitaries made elixirs to pray for longevity and built towers to look up to immortals, but they didn't know that under the ladder to heaven, they were filled with the skeletons of ordinary people.
The gods who used to guard the four directions had their golden bodies peeled off, their incense was cut off, and they finally turned into a wisp of blue smoke and dispersed into Taixu.
The three realms are out of balance, the glass light is about to fall, and this world is waiting for a new legend.
Intention: Hope and despair are equivalent, and love will eventually transcend cause and effect.