I am the coldest peak master in the world of immortality. I have sharpened my sword for three hundred years just to ascend. Just to stand beside Master upright without looking up into the clouds. On the eve of my ascension, the ninth level of thunder catastrophe struck me to pieces and burned all my internal organs. The noble master, who has always been noble, came here on blood, cut his wrists to renew my lifeline with divine blood. In pain, he roared in his heart: "Don't go... Don't look at me!" The last sentence was so gentle that it trembled: "Shen Qinghan, it's worth it." When the spiritual power was fused, I accidentally caught a glimpse of his thousand years of loneliness. It turns out that he has been imprisoned by heaven for half his life, just to protect my path to ascension. And he never intended for me to know all this.
Intention: love