Waiting for a round of whispers, the night deepens to full maturity Waiting for a morning light to engrave a city How many times have we fallen into the mortal world? How many times have we confounded the world? With unwavering gazes, who is waiting?
Tea cools, and the night turns cold, a red umbrella shields the rain's traces Let me be serious again about the part of faith One glance at the city, and it's not the same as the old days Centuries ebb and flow like dust in the wind Who guards a lifetime without asking?
Flowers and swords leave no marks, hanging a bright lantern Silver butterflies stain old dreams, and life and death need no more questions Yet you've been with me all the way How many cycles of reincarnation in the mortal realm? I remain as I am by default, indifferent to sinking
An uneasy lingering lamp extends into memories The evening breeze sways, and the person in red is easily separated Rarely do you throw yourself recklessly Accompanying me through a lifetime of ups and downs
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Worries have no measure, and concerns are like wrinkles An entire constellation remains unbroken, a sincere truth Who attains enlightenment in a single day and ascends? Who wanders endlessly among gods and ghosts? Right and wrong are like blades, they can hurt people
Flowers and swords leave no marks, hanging a bright lantern Silver butterflies stain old dreams, and life and death need no more questions Yet you've been with me all the way How many cycles of reincarnation in the mortal realm?
Flowers and swords leave no marks, hanging a bright lantern. Silver butterflies stain old dreams, and life and death need no more questions Yet you've been with me all the way
I remain as I am by default, indifferent to sinking
Waiting for a round of whispers, the night deepens to full maturity Waiting for a morning light to engrave a city How many times have we fallen into the mortal world? How many times have we confounded the world? With unwavering gazes, who is waiting?
Tea cools, and the night turns cold, a red umbrella shields the rain's traces Let me be serious again about the part of faith One glance at the city, and it's not the same as the old days Centuries ebb and flow like dust in the wind Who guards a lifetime without asking?
Flowers and swords leave no marks, hanging a bright lantern Silver butterflies stain old dreams, and life and death need no more questions Yet you've been with me all the way How many cycles of reincarnation in the mortal realm? I remain as I am by default, indifferent to sinking
An uneasy lingering lamp extends into memories The evening breeze sways, and the person in red is easily separated Rarely do you throw yourself recklessly Accompanying me through a lifetime of ups and downs
Worries have no measure, and concerns are like wrinkles An entire constellation remains unbroken, a sincere truth Who attains enlightenment in a single day and ascends? Who wanders endlessly among gods and ghosts? Right and wrong are like blades, they can hurt people
Flowers and swords leave no marks, hanging a bright lantern Silver butterflies stain old dreams, and life and death need no more questions Yet you've been with me all the way How many cycles of reincarnation in the mortal realm?
Flowers and swords leave no marks, hanging a bright lantern. Silver butterflies stain old dreams, and life and death need no more questions Yet you've been with me all the way
I remain as I am by default, indifferent to sinking
The heavens tremble, thunder echoes, and there he is again, Xie Lian, wearing an apologetic smile. Eight centuries in the past, he was the revered martial god, the Crown Prince of Xianle. Now, for the third time, he ascends to the heavenly realm, but this time as a forlorn god who collects scraps, lacking any devoted followers.
On his initial mission, Xie Lian finds himself alone under the moonlight. In this moment, a kindly man clad in red leads him through the forest. However, as suddenly as he appeared, the man dissolves into a swarm of silver butterflies.
Xie Lian later discovers that this enigmatic figure was none other than Hua Cheng, known as the Crimson Rain Sought Flower, a Ghost King who instills fear in both demons and gods. Puzzled by why Hua Cheng, a formidable entity, would aid a Heavenly Official like himself, Xie Lian encounters San Lang. This young man possesses profound knowledge about not only the Ghost King but also the long-forgotten Crown Prince, prompting him to join Xie Lian on a journey to unravel the mysteries of their shared past.