The Spoiled Immortal Wife of Qingchi

Siming once told Qing Chi that one day the banks of the River of Forgetfulness would be covered in blooms from the Other Shore. Qing Chi didn’t believe him. As the only flower of the Other Shore in existence, she would never waste her own strength carpeting the dark road of mortal reincarnation. Years later, when flowers of the Other Shore bloomed across the River of Forgetfulness, she finally believed him. She also believed Siming’s prophecy from all those years ago, and that the Kunlun God Jing Yun, who ruled over the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands and upheld the laws of Heaven, truly did not love her. The first time, she cast aside her mortal body. No one could match the agony of having her bones stripped away, all for the faintest trace of affection at his fingertips. The second time, the Netherworld Court collapsed, the Wheel of Reincarnation fell, and its High God perished, doomed to eternal ruin. The third time, he married. The Four Seas celebrated as she stirred up the sacred pool with her bare hands, then turned and destroyed the pillars that upheld Heaven and Earth, plunging the Eight Wastelands into chaos. And the fourth time... Surely there would be no fourth time. After all, no matter how fiercely she shook Heaven and Earth, whether she became a demon or an immortal was no more than a flick of his finger... And so, she finally believed those words: “Hard to leave, hard to leave. What is there left to hope for?” “For all these tens of thousands of years, I was never truly alone during the seventy thousand years I was imprisoned by Father God’s seal. I was alone during all those years in Kunlun, all those years when A Jing felt nothing for Qing Chi.” Qing Chi