Tens of thousands of years ago, there was a Kunlun Mountain in this world.
Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all year round. On the misty top of the mountain, on the edge of the cliff, there is a Kunlun immortal tree.
Wars broke out everywhere and demons were rampant.
The human race and the demon race united together, but they were unable to drive the demon race out of the country.
Countless talented people and righteous men in the human world were captured or became the souls of the demons.
When people were feeling hopeless, a woman named Nian walked down from Kunlun Mountain.
With his own strength, he defeated all the demons, sealed them in the demon world, and set up barriers between the human and demon worlds, giving the human race a chance to recuperate.
People worship her like a deity and call her the "Goddess of the Ancient Trees."
But after that, no one saw the woman again.
What people don’t know is that Nian did not die in battle or live in seclusion, but became the so-called Way of Heaven.
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Thoughts have been the way of heaven for tens of thousands of years.
There are not many real objects in the sky, just a few scattered around, some shaded by green trees, some independent rockery, and some palaces and pavilions.
It looks monotonous, but it has a unique charm.
The years were long, and one should have long forgotten the love, hate, anger, ignorance, and indifference of mortals, and became heartless and indifferent. However, Ke Nian felt that staying alone in heaven for so long was very uncomfortable.
After staying here for tens of thousands of years, he got bored and decided to go down to earth to capture a few kids to play with, no, to take in a few apprentices to take over.
Before leaving, she transformed a portion of her divine power into an avatar to manage important matters in the human world for her.
Nian asked, "What do you want to be called?"
The clone was surprised and at a loss, "Can I... can I decide for myself?"
Nian smiled gently: "Why not?"
The clone grabbed the hem of her skirt, feeling a little embarrassed. "I, I want to call you Tang Murou, is that ok?"
"Okay." Nian smiled, touched her head, and went down to the mortal world.
She took a human name - Jiang Niannian.
But she didn't expect that her compassion would bring great disaster to the three realms.
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As soon as Jiang Niannian came down to earth, she arrived at a battlefield.
The battle had just ended, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, resentment was everywhere, and snow was falling in June.
There was no living creature on the entire battlefield, except for a teenager.
He was wearing a tattered singlet, his face was pale and skinny, but his appearance was good, his facial features were soft and somewhat seductive.
What made Jiang Niannian remember him at first sight was that he had a pair of blood-red eyes.
A very yin and evil thing.
Full of death.
The young man was struggling to crawl out from the pile of dead bodies. He sat for a while, panting, then dragged another corpse to a remote corner where he could hide from the snow. He huddled on the ground and breathed on his red, frozen hands.
Jiang Niannian was wondering if the corpse was his relative or friend, otherwise the young man would have to take him with him since he was so weak.
However, the next second, the young man bent down, bit the dead man's body, tore off a piece of meat, chewed it dryly, and then swallowed it.
There were footsteps behind him. The young man was startled. He turned his head suddenly and looked over fiercely, but suddenly froze.
He had never seen anyone so beautiful.
In the twilight, the man was dressed in white, even his cloak was white, but he was holding a red oil-paper umbrella.