“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.
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: Tianmei Media - Xian Eryuan - Sexy Hair Little ...
“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
He unrolls the canvas. It’s her. Again. Ling Yuan is amused
“Did you only keep me close to unlock your memories? Am I just a key to you?” Ling Yuan (voice breaking—rare for him): “You are the lock and the key and the door. You are the reason I have painted ten thousand canvases in a thousand years of darkness. If you cannot love me, at least hate me. But do not think I am indifferent.”