Nine Wan

She once planted nine orchid grasses on the land scorched by the war. Everyone in the world says: Zhilan grows in the deep forest, so it is not fragrant because there is no one there. She also believed that she had set fire to the prairie fields, killed gods and conquered the heavens all the way, just so that the fragrance of Jiu Wan could one day spread to all living beings. She succeeded. She sat on the divine throne, holding the cycle of the four seasons and the life and death of the world in her hands. The nine orchid fields spread into a galaxy, with order and fragrance. But she gradually realized, Orchid, the longer it grows, the more secluded it becomes, the more it blooms, the quieter it becomes—— No one comes near her anymore, no one remembers that she once walked through the mud with bare feet, or shed tears for a dying locust plant on a rainy night. She could hear all the beings bowing down and worshiping her, and she could also hear the hatred buried deep beneath the chants. She maintained a perfect balance, but personally cut off the last warmth between herself and the world. Until the rain fell, she looked down - The orchid field in Jiuwan is still fragrant, and the people who grow orchids have long become part of the orchids. There is no way back.