No one knows that, in the memory illusion from ten thousand years ago, I once pointed my sword at her brow.
I was the lover who loved her most, and the sinner who hurt her most.
Is my appearance in this life Heaven’s gift of redemption, or another cycle of endless ruin?
When she innocently asks me who Shuruo is, how can I tell her?
Perhaps I approached you only because I killed the you who came before with my own hands.
Will you come back?
I will.
How long will it take?
Ten thousand years.
Since you fellow Daoist have read this far, it means we are fated to meet. The Great Dao is indifferent, but in the end, even it has shown compassion.
Fellow Daoists, if you have money, support us with money; if not, support us with your presence. Our meeting was predestined.
May the Immortal Dao of the Heavenly Immortal Realm flourish forever!!!!
