Love Across Three Lifetimes

Synopsis of Three Lifetimes of Love

Fate is a lock, and love's tribulation is a blade. Through three cycles of reincarnation, there is one question: have you ever regretted it?

She is Qingli Yuanjun, the exalted and unrivaled goddess who governs the Yi Wood of the Eastern Heaven, among the thirty-three heavens.

Beneath the jade blossoms, he once held her hand and vowed, "From the highest heavens to the deepest hell, in life and death, we will be together." Before the Hall of the Numinous Sky, crowned and dressed in wedding robes, as the nine heavens celebrated, she believed she could trust her heart to him and entrust her love to him.

Yet on their wedding night, his Zichen heavenly thunder personally destroyed her soul, staining her wedding robe with blood.

"With your soul, I shall make my Great Way complete." He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a cold indifference she had never seen before.

Why?

She died without an answer. All that remained was a wisp of resentful soul, unwilling to fall into the mortal world.

When she opened her eyes again, she was Lin Wan, a seven-year-old orphan in Kaoshan Village of the Dazhao Kingdom, whose parents were dead and who suffered constant bullying.

Leftover scraps, relentless beatings, falling into icy water in the depths of winter, and nearly dying time and again. Her immortal bones were gone, her spiritual power lost. Only a sliver of unyielding strength remained, along with the cold memories of "Qingli," buried deep in her sea of consciousness.

She had to survive. More than that, she had to find out why the betrayal had shattered three thousand years of devoted love.

Yet this mortal body seemed to hide secrets of its own.

The strange token left by her late father draws pursuit from mysterious men in black and the imperial Demon-Suppression Bureau. In a snowy mountain forest, she encounters a dying youth bearing a broken sword intent. His eyes are as empty as an ancient frozen abyss, yet they make her remnant soul tremble.

Beneath the village's tranquil surface, undercurrents surge. What seems like an accidental rebirth feels like a fall into a web woven long ago.

Her wood-element spiritual root quietly awakens, and meager cultivation slowly gathers amid the mud.