There Is Snow in the Remaining Chapter

There is snow in the remaining chapter, and some people have been waiting for three hundred years. I accidentally crossed into the "Nine Levels of Heavenly Silence" written by myself and became a low-level cannon fodder Sasu disciple who was written to death by me. The scar on my heart is deliberately deviated from the vital point, and the whole body is reserved just for me; the dry plum blossoms in my arms are branded with my handwriting, quietly waiting for three hundred years. The previous one paved the way with her own life and laid down all the clues in the troubled times; Now it's me who's here, carrying this scarred body, to complete the road ahead that she failed to complete. Two souls coexist and inherit fate as one body. I will complete her unfinished pursuit; I will correct the tampered chapters with my own hands.