The plum blossoms on Qingyun Mountain bloomed year after year, but the person he wanted to admire them with never came.
That late autumn, the lotus seed soup was still warm, and the silver-sheathed dagger still held her body heat. Yet the flames consumed the entire mountain gate. He obtained the finest inheritance in the world and became a sword cultivator whose name shook the Three Realms, but he lost his moon forever.
The nine-turn path to immortality, every level a mountain of blades and sea of fire;
Ten thousand years of time, every moment an ache of longing etched into the bone.
He slew heavenly demons, split the starry river, and shattered the gates of the immortal realm.
Only after the world had changed beyond recognition several times did he catch, at the end of time, the snow that had come a hundred thousand years too late.
It turned out the cruelest thing was never being parted by life and death.
It was crossing an entire world before daring to whisper to you:
"Wan Yan, I'm home."
As long as you dare to collect it, I dare to update it. Don't bother my colleagues, they are all talking about partners. No problem for me, I am the donkey of the production team and can keep updating.