Mo Zihan's answer made Nangong Jin smile with relief.

Looking at the endless red spider lilies covering the mountains and plains, Nangong Jin said, "There's more... there's more..."

"Go on, Jin, speak slowly..."

"Wait... wait until I die... I won't be buried... I won't be buried in the imperial mausoleum. Just... burn me..."

"Jin!" Mo Zihan looked at Nangong Jin in surprise, speechless for a moment.

"Burn my... bones... ashes, and scatter them freely... freely among the... red spider lilies on this cliff..."

"Jin...don't...don't..." Mo Zihan cried and refused to agree.

Although in modern times, the deceased will be cremated, leaving only ashes. There are also many people who scatter their ashes directly in mountains and rivers after death.

But here, people all believe that people have reincarnation. If they are burned, they will turn into ashes and can no longer enter the reincarnation cycle.

Nangong Jin must have known this, but why did he do this? Why did he let her burn him?

"Han'er...promise me! Promise me! Pfft..."

Blood gushed out of Nangong Jin's mouth again, and this time, even the true energy that Tuoli had transferred into his body could not suppress the call of the god of death.

Nangong Jin stood stiffly, looking at Mo Zihan painfully, hoping she would agree.

Seeing that he was no longer able to do it, although she was really reluctant, she had no choice but to harden her heart and nod vigorously.

"I promise! I promise!! I promise!!!"

After Mo Zihan said "I agree" three times, his straight body became soft again.

And this time, Mo Zihan could no longer hear Nangong Jin's voice, nor could she feel his breath...

I slowly closed my eyes peacefully, and in the hazy light, I saw the endless expanse of bright red and beautiful red spider lilies...

He and Mo Zihan are like the red spider lily. Although the flowers bloom beautifully, they will never be together.

He also wanted to have an afterlife, and hoped to be able to renew his relationship with her in the next life.

But he knew that she had already promised her whole life to Toli.

If there is an afterlife, no matter how many times he reincarnates, he will only live in pain for generations to come.

Enter my longing, and know my bitter longing. Long longing brings long memories, short longing brings endlessness. If I had known it would be so disturbing, I would have never met you in the first place. Yet this longing, this remembrance, this love, is nothing else.

Rather than this, he would rather not have an afterlife.

A future life without her, a future life where he was destined to lose her every time, he would rather not have it...

We cannot be together in this life, but I hope I can protect each other with my death.

Although there is no afterlife, he hopes that he can turn into a ghost and, relying on the memories of this life, silently accompany her for life after life, lingering around her and protecting her quietly.

The red spider lily blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves never meet. Love is not a cause and effect, but fate determines life and death.

According to legend, this flower only blooms in the underworld. It is a guiding flower that only blooms by the Three Ways River in the underworld and on the other side of the Forgetful River.

Flowers, as bright red as blood, pave the road to hell. Their fragrance has a magical power, awakening memories of the deceased.

There are large numbers of these flowers blooming on the Yellow Springs Road. From a distance, it looks like a carpet made of blood. Because of its fiery red color, it is known as the "Road of Fire". It is also the only scenery and color on this long Yellow Springs Road.

When the soul crosses the River of Forgetfulness, it forgets everything in its life, and everything in the past is left on the other side. The deceased then follows the guidance of this flower to the underworld.