Create the World Against Frost

There is no breath at the bottom of Suoxiantai. It is using Nishuang, breathing word by word. Three hundred years of jade slips, three hundred "returns", and three hundred erased "farewells". She used her nails to carve a lot of waiting on the stone, but left only one word on the last jade slip. She knew there would be an answer whether he came back or not. He's back. She crashed into his chest and lived with him. The mountains and rivers of the old world are buried in the bones, the Heavenly Dao sealing array is shattered, and darkness takes root silently. He took her remnant soul out of the crypt and into the fireworks of the world. In front of you is the living world, behind you are the crumbling old ruins. The ferocious beast is dormant in the bone marrow, and the undercurrent is surging on the clothes. And he and she were walking in between. From the Suoxian Terrace to the breeze and the roar of deer, from the dry well without eyes to the three-day sky. This is a return journey that is three hundred years late, and it is also a fate-defying journey that two people have completed together.