The Other Shore in Bloom

She was once a member of an ancient divine clan. Across three cycles of reincarnation, she became the disciple of the very man who should have been her enemy.

He was the Evil Lord, a man whose name made the world tremble. On a whim, he took her as his disciple.

She should have lived happily under the Evil Lord's protection, but the wheels of fate turned, and even against her will, she was drawn into a web of conspiracy.

She feared nothing, but in her moment of greatest peril, the person she trusted most turned out to be the mastermind behind the conspiracy. Swept up in wave after wave of turmoil, she was forced onto a path of defying fate. Memories of her past life gradually awakened through a series of coincidences, and love and hate were no longer so easily distinguished.

By the time the turmoil ended, everything had changed beyond recognition.

The waters of the River of Forgetfulness flow without end, while at the bridge to the afterlife, people still sigh over what cannot be changed.

Her once-clear eyes had grown cloudy, and even her gaze had lost its way. In a sea of flowers stretching for a thousand miles, the flowers of the other shore bloomed. Who was it, in the dim underworld, playing a tune from a thousand years ago? And whom was that distant zither music guiding home?