The first time they met, she was the master of a mountain, yet still a demon who had not taken human form. He was already a revered god on high, worshipped by countless people.
He said, "These endless ages of divine cultivation are a long, lonely road. If I don't find something to do, won't I grow bored enough to sprout hair?" And so he casually helped a demon.
That day, she solemnly told him, "Since you've gone to so much trouble to help me, I should repay a drop of kindness with a flood of gratitude. How about I take you as my husband once I've taken human form?"
He took it for a child's joke, never imagining she would truly search all six realms for him for a hundred years.
When they met again, she had become the fearsome Demon King in crimson robes, renowned across the six realms.
"My beauty, where do you live? How old are you? Do you live alone?" She had prepared a whole host of excuses to trick him into going back with her. But he smiled with breathtaking charm and said, "Demon King, you needn't say another word. I'll go with you."
As an old saying goes, love begins without your knowing, then sinks deep into your heart. When the God Venerable willingly took the form of a nameless little demon and stayed by her side, he had already fallen from the clouds into the mortal world, though neither of them knew when!
