Crescent Moon and Three Stars, Farewell to You

In the mortal realm, there is an unblessed deity—the Northern Underworld God Venerable.

"All my yearning has turned into ice blossoms, hidden in the land of extreme cold. I offer my divine soul as a sacrifice; the Northern Underworld Ice Wall, for thousands upon thousands of years, will be devoid of life. When I perish, the wall shall crumble."

On a chaotic night, the snow lotus ice blossoms of the Northern Underworld bloomed, translucent white with a faint blue hue. A man in black, with swirling wave patterns on his robes, stood upon that massive ice wall. His gaze was disdainful, looking down on everything. To him, those pure snow lotuses seemed like dying things. Before long, the man finally spoke, his voice extremely cold: "Feng Wuling, I release you."

Vast stretches of snow lotus ice blossoms instantly turned into black lotuses. The man closed his eyes tightly, as if bidding farewell. When he opened them again, his cold eyes were lifeless. He wished he had never met her; yet dared not forget her face. Spring is late, autumn is also delayed. In this life of mine, flowers withered, leaves fell. I am only fit for lingering snow upon my shoulders, to walk alone into the winding, vast, and dark abyss. Let the wind howl, let ghosts wail; how ridiculous, this is my destiny.

Years ago, before Cangshan Mountain, his sole wish was to protect her for thousands upon thousands of years. Even if... she imprisoned him for three thousand years, just to avoid seeing him; she fell in love with someone else, ruthlessly washing away all their memories; she forgot him... it doesn't matter... as long as he could be by her side... Until the very end, his love became futile... a burden... One day... in the palace enveloped by black aura, Han Fengci sat on the high throne, looking down...