Cultivation at a Price

I am Su Que, I was born with a "dao-que body", a drop of blood from the scar of heaven in the human world. I can step into the "void of mental images" and swallow up the lifelong cultivation and memories of countless "perfect selves" - the loneliness of the sword god, the eternal loss of love of the medical saint, the world-burning wrath of the demon king... The price is the regret of carrying them until death and the loss of the power they love forever. They said that I would become the most contradictory monster in history and the most perfect "vessel" for the Lord Guiyi to return to the world. I scoffed. I swallowed thousands of perfect Tao fruits, not to become a god, not to mend the sky. Just to steal back a glimmer of life from the hands of this ruthless heaven for my green plum blossom Lin Jianyue who was destined to die young. Until the old man Shouqi touched my head and said, "Children, you are the missing corner of the way of heaven. Your way is not to repair, but to complete - to make the imperfect but vivid appearance of what this world should be." At that moment, I looked up at the sky and smiled. It turns out that I was born "que" just to ask this question among the gods and Buddhas in the sky—— "If this heaven and earth are flawless and flawless, then where should all living beings go to rest our humble but hot human hearts?"