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The ember lamp in the Wangchuan Heaven hides the "mark of existence" of the creatures in the three realms - when the lamp goes out, the soul will be scattered and no one will remember it. Lingxi woke up in the Silent Light Palace, her memory was as blank as fog, she only knew she was looking for her own lamp. She is a "pure spirit" who can touch the cause and effect in the lamp, but she knows nothing about her past. Until I bumped into the back of the man in black clothes in the fog. In the wind and snow, his hand holding the sword was holding the broken jade. The heart-wrenching familiarity tore open the cracks of forgetfulness. "Three hundred years ago, someone lit his own lamp to save the Three Realms." The whisper of the fog spirit revealed the secret. It turns out that her existence was originally a taboo - she was the remnant soul that he snatched from Wangchuan Heaven at the cost of being "completely forgotten"; and her lamp had long been melted into his ashes. Looking for the lamp is looking for the erased self; looking for him is looking for the sacrificed love. Ke Forget Chuantian's iron law is hard to break: to wake up his lamp, her "existence" must be sacrificed; to remember all the love and pain, one must first let go of the three realms and completely forget the "spiritual tide" again. A redemption at the cost of forgetfulness, a cause and effect of sacrifice with existence, slowly unfolded as the ember lamp flickered.

She is a cold swordsman who hides in the sect. She has killed thousands of demons with three feet of green frost, but when he appeared, the sword spike was entangled in the world of mortals for the first time. He is the gentle and jade-like Lord of the Immortal Sect in the eyes of the world, but he has a plan to subvert the three realms in his sleeves. Only for her, he will carve the word "only favorite" into his bones and blood - he will kill all those who covet her for her, and will tie her footsteps with gentle chains and show his fangs when no one is around: "A Ning, if you dare to look at others, I will let no other flowers bloom in these three realms." From the "unexpected" joining forces in the sect's trial to the side-by-side breakthrough of the ancient secrets, the two had a rebellious edge hidden under her iceberg shell, and he was paranoid and possessive under his white-cut black mask. In the collision of powerful forces, no one is willing to show weakness, but they regard each other as the only exception in life and death situations. From the fireworks in the mortal world to the nine heavens, from the bloody feud to the overthrow of the three realms, their love has never been soft words and gentle words. It is a chess match when frost blades are facing each other. It is a life-and-death protection in a desperate situation. It is even more so that he uses the whole world as a betrothal gift in exchange for her "only you in this life".

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