In Such a World, Wouldn't It Make People Miss You?

How could I not know that this path is wrong. It's just that he was born with an unreasonable blood debt, and it seems that he used his blood to pay for it, in exchange for a destiny that defies fate. He never dared to ask for anything extravagantly, but the thought of seeing her again made the fire of the netherworld burn out for three hundred years, burning all his internal organs with pain. If the law of heaven does not allow it, then go against it; if the heaven and earth are destroyed, then resist it. Even if you are cursed, you will not retreat even half a step. The Rebirth Secret on her fingertips was so hot that it almost melted to the bone. The cinnabar talisman on the sword cracked and cracked. The broken talisman paper mixed with the blood seeping from her fingertips fell on her already cold body. He lowered his eyes and looked at her pale face, the gentleness between her brows was exactly the same as when she mended his Taoist robe three hundred years ago. At that time, she was plotted by an evil spirit to protect the secret code in the temple. When he returned from traveling all over the mountains in search of medicine, he only saw her lying in front of the statue of Sanqing, with the blood at the corner of her mouth that had protected him from disaster. Her last breathless words, "You've said you'll be back soon, I'll wait for you to come back," became his recurring obsession every night for three hundred years. From that day on, he crossed the boundary of the righteous path and fell into the devil's path. He dug out the ancient books banned by the ancestors from the forbidden area in the temple, gnawed the soul-summoning spell with the "Return to Truth", tried to figure out the soul-gathering method with the "Soul Refining Guide", and practiced these heaven-defying forbidden arts day and night. The lamp oil in front of the case was mixed with his hard work, and he lit one lamp after another. Every time he made a spell and cast a spell, his soul felt like it was being torn apart, and the skin under the monk's robe was eaten away until it became ulcerated and scabbed, but he was reluctant to do so.