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In a terrifying nightmare, there flowed a Crimson River, filled entirely with bright red blood.
On the banks bloomed the same blood-red Seductive flowers, a type that stood alone without leaves, appearing eerie and mysterious in the stillness without any wind.
In the river, there was a figure rowing a boat, The Old Man in the Black Cloak and Hat, his face devoid of any expression, his Gaze lacking any emotion. He continued to ferry as if he were carrying the memories of countless lives, as if he were transporting the fate of the ferryman himself.
In this pitch-black place, there was no vitality; everything was cold and endless, with no way out, no way home.
Do not rely on others for passage across the peach leaf ferry; each small boat carries its own sorrows. Where can one find solace in sorrow?
Remembering past lives, cherish not a single petal of the flower; tears fall like withered leaves, arriving once more at the place of heartbreak…
“Do you regret it?” Even to this day, Little White still asks me. Every time he sees me, he asks, “Do you regret it?”
Regret what I have done? Then no, I do not regret it, never will I regret it. Even if those sacrifices go unnoticed, even if everyone blames me for being cold-hearted and hurting those around me.
Even if the entire world misunderstands me, I will not regret it.
I know that at this moment we are on the path of nightmares, or perhaps I am walking towards hell.
I looked at him and asked, “Am I dead?”
Little White's Gaze was filled with sorrow as he suddenly said, “Life or death.” Then he pointed to his heart and mournfully added, “Death or life.”
I stared at him in a daze and murmured, “Life or death,” then pointed to my own heart in confusion and said, “Death or life.”
After a moment of silence, I suddenly crouched down and curled into a ball, crying uncontrollably without any restraint.
Life or death; death or life.
Could it be that all of this signifies my fate will undergo Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the ashes?
In this world, some people are dead even while they live, while others, though dead, still exist... The living, the dead—who truly knows?
An Jin is dead.
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Five years ago, at the bottom of Cliff Valley.
A peerless youth and an oddly hunched old woman with an unappealing appearance stared silently at each other. Their gaze was like an invisible standoff.
The High Priestess let out a soft huff. "Isn't the master from another world?"
The youth was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"The Holy Word states that the master found by Feng Fei will not be someone from this world. Are you not that master?"
The youth fell silent.
"Please, master, lead us to unify the world," the High Priestess said respectfully.
The youth stood there for a long time without speaking.
Suddenly, he recalled what Old Buddy had told him long ago: "Between Heaven and Earth, there is a bird called the Zhen Bird. It has an ink-black body and crimson eyes, with feathers of purple and green—vivid yet poisonous. Its poison is profound and far-reaching. However, despite its malevolence and being seen as an embodiment of evil, it is a bird that yearns for freedom above all else. If captured by humans, it will refuse to eat and die instead. It would rather perish than be confined. Moreover, it lives freely without any constraints, doing as it pleases and surviving in any environment. Such a bird understands how to live for itself."
Thus, after a moment of contemplation, the youth finally spoke. "To hold power over the world... that may be the dream and pursuit of others, some even paying a heavy price for it... But," he said with a strange smile, "that is not what I desire."
The High Priestess was slightly taken aback but remained calm. "So you mean, master, that you do not wish for it." She had never considered that someone would refuse to unify the world, to be its master—the one being beneath the gods...
The youth smiled lightly and breezily nodded his head.
"Is it because of that man?" the High Priestess sneered.
The boy remained silent, his expression calm as a gentle breeze.
The High Priestess gazed at him for a long moment, then sighed softly, "Do you really not understand? You are from two different worlds. You come from another realm, and your purpose here is to fulfill that mission. Otherwise, the people around you will disappear one by one. Those you care about will ultimately vanish."
"What?" A flicker of confusion crossed the boy's face, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.
The High Priestess remained unperturbed, coldly stating, "Have you heard of the Dew Flower?"
Dew Flower? Isn't that just the Red Spider Lily?
In Buddhism, it is said that Tuhua is the last flower to bloom in the season. Once the Dew Flower has blossomed, only the flowers that bloom before forgetting their past lives on the Other Shore remain.
The boy recalled having seen that the Buddha spoke of the Other Shore as a place without life or death, devoid of sorrow or desire—a paradise where all suffering is forgotten. There exists a flower that transcends the three realms and does not belong to the five elements, born in the weak waters of the Other Shore, with no stems or leaves, radiant in crimson. The Buddha said that was the Red Spider Lily.
When the Red Spider Lily blooms, it is a burst of fiery red; flowers bloom while leaves fall, and leaves flourish while flowers wither. Longing for each other yet unable to meet, they walk alone on the path to the Other Shore. They bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, never to see each other again.
Why was she asking about this?
The High Priestess laughed coldly a few times, cruelly saying, "You came from another time and space, breaking the fixed laws of this realm as if it were destined. Heaven granted you everything perfect but also imposed an eternal punishment. That is your lifelong Tuhua calamity—an inescapable fate through countless lifetimes. If you insist on breaking it, this calamity will continue through your descendants, passing down forever. The Tuhua calamity is like using the Dew Flower; when it blooms on the Other Shore, flowers bloom while leaves fall. When those you love are still around, you do not realize they are what you desire. Even if you know that person is what you want, if you insist on pursuing them, then when flowers and leaves meet, one side must perish. You and your loved ones are destined never to meet or rely on each other across lifetimes. If you wish to change all of this, then those you love will die one by one, leaving you behind. You will live well but watch them..."
The High Priestess scoffed lightly: "Isn't this enough proof? If you hadn't met me, he would surely have faced death. This is an omen; if you become too emotionally attached, one day, the person you love will die. The one you wish to hold onto will perish."
The boy's face turned pale: "This is impossible..." He staggered backward slightly.
Ignoring his ashen complexion as if he might faint at any moment, the High Priestess continued, "All priests of my Maya People possess prophetic abilities. Since I know you are from another world, I also know your life is destined to bear this calamity."
"How can it be resolved?" came a weak voice—fragile like the most ethereal cloud in the sky.
"There is no solution." Her voice was cold and merciless.
The young man remained silent for a long time, his head bowed low. After what felt like an eternity, he finally lifted his gaze, a glint of cold determination flashing in his eyes. He looked at her and said indifferently, "So, I have no choice left?"
After speaking, he suddenly let out a strange, light laugh, then silently stared at her and said, "Do not harm him."
The High Priestess was taken aback; how did he know what she intended to do?
She had planned to erase all of Sima Rui's memories regarding Xie Weiying being An Jin through sorcery. She hadn't expected him to see through her intentions so easily; he truly was a formidable person. Was this the reason he was chosen by Feng Fei? Regardless of whether he knew or not, she would ensure that Sima Rui forgot any trace of the truth, allowing him to forget what was better. This way, it would sever her master's emotional ties and transform him into someone devoid of feelings, leading them to the pinnacle and unifying the world. It would fulfill their generations-long wish.
To achieve this goal, she would stop at nothing; she would do whatever it took. After all, sacrificing one person's happiness for the greater good of the world was worth it.
She told herself that.
Suddenly, the young man looked at her and broke into an enchanting smile. "Alright, I know what to do now."
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