Three Lives and Seven Lives, the Heart Is in Ruins and the Flowers Are Dead

I did not hesitate to travel thousands of mountains and rivers to refine the poison that caused disaster for three lives and risked the rest of my life in the next life; for three thousand and four hundred years, brick by brick, I climbed to the thirteenth floor of the tower and overlooked the beautiful mountains and rivers but enjoyed eternal loneliness; by the River Styx, I gave up everything in my life, cut off my body, destroyed my soul, and murmured my funeral song to the bright stars in the sky... What is heaven? What is fate? What is God? How many long nights have I been awake all night, alone on the ancient altar, dancing crazily to the moon. I know you are watching, standing outside the sky and the earth, looking at me calmly and indifferently, seeking your own destruction. On the top of the Moon Tomb Tower, there are charming Manzhu and Shahua flowers that have been blooming for thousands of years and falling for thousands of years. Reluctant, unwilling, but not hateful either. Maybe we will meet again in the endless years after Yue's death... I am back in this life, where will you be? My era has passed, and magical powers and Qi refiners have become a thing of the past. The light of magic shines with splendid murderous intent, and the fighting spirit exudes cold murderous intent. The powerful dragons control the dragon city in the sky, the proud elves guard the eternal holy land, the dwarves in the dark dungeons sweat to forge legendary weapons, the magicians on the high towers chant shocking spells, and there are real dragons tearing the sky apart carrying their knights. Is this your world? With such brilliance, maybe it is right to leave. The vitality of this world blooming again is what we most want to see. But I can't go back. The blood of my fellow race has already penetrated into my soul. Maybe we will meet again... And we will say goodbye... Are you still outside the world... Fate...