Xian’er runs a small herb shop at the foot of the mortal world’s Cang Qiong Mountain. A man with a familiar face but no memories walks in, carrying a rolled-up painting.
Ling Yuan is amused. “Bold for a mortal cultivator. I have no intention of loving anyone either. I just need to know why I’ve painted your face ten thousand times.” They form a reluctant alliance. As they travel to uncover Ling Yuan’s lost memories, they visit ancient shrines and memory pools. Slowly, fragments emerge:
Xian’er laughs bitterly. “The Xian Eryuan fruit doesn’t exist, does it?” Tianmei Media - Xian Eryuan - Sexy Hair Little ...
He unrolls the canvas. It’s her. Again.
But when his gaze falls on her face, he freezes. His hand trembles. “You… you are the woman in my paintings.” Xian’er runs a small herb shop at the
“So we are a paradox,” Ling Yuan says quietly, standing in a field of glowing moonflowers where they once kissed in a past life. “If you love me, you die. If you don’t, I am not truly alive.”
“Then let it end,” she whispers. “I’d rather die as your lover than live as a stranger.” In the climax, Ling Yuan realizes the only way to save Xian’er is to break his own immortality—to become mortal and sacrifice his existence. He carves the Xian Eryuan spell into his sword and stabs it through his own heart, releasing a wave of golden light. “Bold for a mortal cultivator
He grabs her hand and places it over his heart—which is not beating, because he is immortal. “This stopped the day I forgot you. You are the only one who has ever made it race.”