Why Did the Ancient Immortal Shed Blood? After All, One Day as Husband and Wife Meant a Hundred Days of Grace!

Deep within the glacier, high above a crystal platform.

All around was frost and vast whiteness, like a Guanghan palace cast from glazed crystal. Within it, the immortal figure in robes whiter than snow seemed exceptionally cold and solitary.

Immortal Gushe frowned, her eyes flickering. The dust-laden winds of eternity swept through her, cleansing all away. In an instant, the vicissitudes of several decades, the past of husband and wife loving each other and walking hand in hand, became like dream phantoms and bubbles, returning with this lifetime's tribulation and merging back into her true self.

On their wedding night, she had worn a phoenix crown and crimson bridal robes, while candle shadows swayed through a night of deep passion.

The husband and wife had loved and clung to each other, sweeter than honey mixed with oil, treating one another with the respect of lifting trays level to the brows.

They fed fish beneath the corridor and played together in the courtyard.

In the underground fertile fields, he had carefully imparted the Dao to her.

Every single one of those scenes flashed past her eyes and entered her divine consciousness, clear as day.

Along with them came the experiences of the previous twenty-six lifetimes, each spent undergoing tribulations amid the red dust of the mortal world.

There had been rivers and lakes drenched in blood, iron spears and galloping warhorses; the glory and disgrace, partings and deaths of Daoist Sects; bold slayings of strange monsters and joyous vengeance for old grudges; and revelations of the red dust, abandonment of the Dao, and hidden seclusion. All of it returned to her, along with the memories of her own inheritance as Immortal Gushe.

Every crucial secret of the Immortal Path she cultivated also returned to its place, like a hundred rivers flowing