Three Thousand Motes of Dust Find One Thousand

Qianyi's back was illuminated by dazzling fireworks, but his eyes were as dark as ink, and a cold wind whizzed by. His thin body fell down, with a bright smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. "Qianyi..." Mu Jinghong's eyes were about to burst, but he could only watch helplessly as his beloved woman turned into specks of dust and disappeared into the world. The new emperor of Chu was completely dejected and sat withered in Chuyun Tower, his bones broken in mourning. Xingchen Si Lian reported in the night: Those who have great merits in the world can be selected to ascend and become Xiaoyao Immortal Lords. They will live forever and there will always be a chance to find their fragrance again. In the first year of Jing'an, the enthronement ceremony was held. Mu Jinghong walked down the stairs from Chuyun Tower, her eyes were red and her white hair was flying. Emperor Jing'an ascended the throne and announced to the world that after the throne was established with tablets, there would be no six palaces. The sky can be used as a guide, the sun and the moon can be used as expressions! Thousands of years later, Immortal Jing Hong begged humbly: God Qianyi, you disdain the queen of the world, but can I, the Immortal Queen, consider it?