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From the little princess Li Hua of the No. 1 Sect in the world, to the nameless orphan wandering in the human world, to the peace of regaining faith, and finally to the heartless and loveless Wu Xin. She is a unique cultivator of all spiritual roots in the four realms, but she is also the only god in Xuantian Continent. Back then, Sunset Mountain was so sad that she was about to advance, so she used a dagger to rip out her heart, her life hanging on a thread... "... You are my heart, why should I feel sad and hurt for others? Do you even want to betray me?..." "... Even if I become that unintentional person in my next life, I will still have to put an end to these seven emotions and six desires..." How can I atone for my sins? Peace, are these all the problems you have left for me? "Donor, are you sure you want to shave your head?" He snorted coldly. "Oh, it's just three thousand worries." Finally. He knelt before the Buddha statue and became a monk. Looking at the stone statue in front of him, Wuxin touched his face and whispered softly: "Why haven't you let yourself go after all these years? Why are you so obsessed with it? I don't blame you for a long time. Why are you so stupid. In this case, I will give you a wish. " She spread her divine wings in front of the stone statue and flew up. "I, in the name of God, would like to use my essence and blood as a sacrifice to grant Shangguan Feng of the Immortal Clan a wish." ... But Shangguan Fengzhi, what is your wish? ... "Going back in time, to the original place, everything has just begun..."

(The light of salvation & the falling ashes) Bei Shiyue, I think it's worth it even if I die for you. I am struggling in this beautiful and painful endless hell. Because of you, I want to escape, and because of you, I want to stay. Luo Sheng, you are the rising warm sun, making people feel warm and nostalgic. You are like the rain in my dry years. You rained so much that I couldn't even get sick. Destiny, should you obey or fight back. You, should I hold on or let go. A long-planned conspiracy has trapped everyone. In troubled times, Let's see how they overthrow the walls built of flesh and blood in troubled times. ... ... In the end, the person playing the piano under the tree will never return. Shengge and old friends are gone without seeing each other, and the joy of ten miles is hard to find again.