Requiem for the Heart

Use thoughts as thoughts, use the heart as a bridge Feelings are the guide, turning feelings into strength When everyone is pursuing the state of immortality, has anyone ever thought about what kind of exchange it requires? Molu Liuli succeeded the clan leader at the age of seventeen and guarded Molu Mountain alone for nearly a hundred years. She has everything that the world envies - the ancient mysterious soldiers finally cross the horizon, the towering sacred tree that blocks out the sky and the sun, and the appearance that has stopped aging. But immortality is not a gift, but a constant loss: she can remember everyone's names, but no one can remember them with her. Until the envoys of Yin and Yang Dao broke through the barrier that had isolated Mount Molu from the world for several years. Yanjun Mu Qinghuan is as fiery as fire and frank as a blade. The first time I went to the hot spring, I leaned on her shoulder and said, "I'll take care of you." She used the clumsiest and most sincere way to melt the snowy mountain that had been frozen for too long bit by bit. She thought she was just here to discuss cooperation, but she didn't know that this journey would change everyone's destiny. Deep in the Qianji Mansion, Wei Xi, the leader of Yin and Yang Dao, stood under the star map, holding the Pangu flag in his hand, and also holding a piece of forgotten ancient truth. Is his alliance with Molu Mountain sincerity, or is it a game that has already been laid out on the chessboard? "If one day you find that all your trust is based on lies, will you choose to leave with dignity, or burn everything with fire?" This is a prequel novel to an Eastern fantasy epic about immortality, betrayal, protection and letting go. When that fiery figure stood in front of her and said, "I have no cure," she finally understood that the so-called immortality is just learning how to coexist with loss.