The Wordless Calamity Realm
I pick up my pen and look back, having read all the affairs of the world.
Wenshuo has lived two lifetimes, all for the sake of one person. He ascends to the heavens and dives into the spirit abyss, yet in the end he cannot escape fate.
A prisoner of Heaven's Dao, even if one is untouched by karma and spared the cycle of reincarnation, what does it matter? A hundred years of loneliness, with nothing but sighs!
When the flowers bloom, fate begins. When the pen falls, fate ends.
One love, binding two lifetimes in longing.
This shall be the Wordless Calamity Mirror.
