The war to destroy the world in the Thirty-Third Heaven was finally won by Di Jiuqing.
The supreme throne of the Heavenly Emperor was cold and merciless. Beneath his white jade crown, Di Jiuqing was empty, without a single thought.
Throughout his bleak and desolate life, he had lost again and again, never truly gaining anything.
Have you ever yearned passionately for something, Your Majesty?
I have.
Unfortunately, the bright moon hangs high in the sky and the gods and Buddhas wander the world. He would never again draw close.
Plot version: "Take pity on me. Love me, won't you? Love only me, won't you?" The corners of his reddened eyes trembled. He slowly crouched down, lifting his head to reveal a refined face like ink wash painting,
his slender, pale neck lovely and fragile.
Mu Sheng couldn't understand how he could act so self-righteous after deceiving her.
But it didn't matter anymore. She was going to leave, after all.
A cool, stunning female Buddhist cultivator X a gentle, humble, pitiful man
Female protagonist. An original fantasy cultivation story. Everything follows the author's imagination. Updates are slow. Thanks for reading.
