Tianxin Tribulation: Six Realms Wind and Moon

[Introduction to the main drama version] The heavenly curse comes out, and the situation changes; the double-edged heart, good and evil; the wind and moon calamity, chaos in the six realms; the blood song of the chime, strange numbers appear. When the three songs originating from the annihilated Celestial Clan in ancient times reverberate between the sky and the continent again, activating the prophecies flowing down, is it the supreme power that subverts the six realms, or is it the curse left by the Celestial Clan? In the vast world, she, who was arrogant in the world, lost her memory. People who came and went around her felt an indescribable sense of crisis. She said that people in the world think that Manzhu Shahua will never fade, but this is not the case. Flowers bloom for a while, and then they forget each other. I don't cry, because I know that if you don't forget the past, you can't get out of time. Originally, the "Heaven" family is above time and immortal, so why should I stupidly draw the earth as a prison? No matter how painful or sad it is, just stop it. She said that kindness also requires capital. Kindness without capital is just another cruel butcher's knife. No matter what you think of what I am doing now, you will always find that it is not the world, others, or time that is cruel, but my hesitant self. She said that if the heart is free, I am free. If I can get this for the person I care about, then let me wear the shackles. Don't worry about me, because I'm right by your side. She said, in fact, you won't understand how well I know you. Because of this, I don't want to stand in the shadow of that person and smile at you and bear your love for her, even if I was created by you in the mold of that person. Everyone is unique, I won't replace it, and she can't replace me. It can't be solved by deceiving oneself and others. All I want is that I love you. One day, you will find that I am just me. [Introduction to the gorgeous version] Her black hair is like ink and her scarlet clothes are like fire. She stands on the top of Wanggui Mountain, facing the wind. The moonlight is cold, but her silver eyes are as bright as stars. Forgot to go home, or hope to go home? The hunting wind hit the robes fluttering, the copper bells at the corners of the clothes rang crisply, the ethereal sound cut through the song of crossing the sky, and the silent and trembling voice was heard. Who is that, the remaining oath? Staying with us for thousands of years, what we are waiting for is the curtain call of a Manzhushahua flower. The beauty among the flowers cannot be guarded, it is the helpless connection. The plain hands are like jade, elegant and blooming, and what they reach out to is the love, resentment, and hatred. The red color on the bow of the boat, the heart and soul tied to it, where can I go? Talking to myself, I carelessly depend on each other in the twilight, and what I have given is three lives without any regrets. The lightning, flint, sword and halberd pierced the heavily fortified heart. Just because of those names, the threads of fate have been woven long ago, and the gears of reincarnation have crushed them hard. Is there still a heart left to struggle and resist? The clear light dragon roared, and the spiritual power of Qitian condensed into a touch of righteous silver. For whom is the blood of your heart burning, and whose life is your only spiritual wish?