The faint blue halo of the pearl is the only "night" in this dark cave.
A grass spirit that has just awakened its spiritual wisdom and is as ignorant as a child is trapped in a cage isolated from the world by the monstrous flood.
Deep in the cage, there sat a figure as white as the eternal cold snow - the iron-gray chains on the bottom of his sleeves were cold, and his fingertips traced the star trails. Stroke by stroke, the heavy "year" solidified by the formation and as heavy as a mountain was burned on the yellowed paper. He is the suppressor and the loneliest prisoner in this world.
The seven-day flood period is the countdown to the breeze before the grass spirit returns to Xia Yin Cliff, but it is another ordinary period of time in his ten thousand years of loneliness.
The ignorant curiosity of the blades of grass collided with the secret locked deep under the sleeves of the Immortal Lord; the spiritual energy that escaped when he clumsily transformed touched the cold power coming from his fingertips, like a spring hanging in the sky. A grass, a fairy, in the day and night simulated by the pearl, in the silence and writing, the absorption and channeling of spiritual energy, silent confrontation and subtle symbiosis.
She glimpsed the deathly silence after the stars settled in his eyes were annihilated, and felt the cold fragrance of time tempered in his breath; he understood every time her leaves curled up due to curiosity or sourness, and acquiesced to the tiny bit of vitality struggling to survive on the moss mat.
A reckless Qi crossing, a helping hand in danger of losing control of his spiritual power, the slight coolness remaining in his wrists and the burning memory of his lips and teeth intertwined silently... Forbidden vines quietly grew in the cracks of the cold stone wall.
Intention: Seven days are longer than eternity, and weeds split the stars into light