The wind had stilled, the dust was fragrant, the flowers were all gone,
The day grew late; too weary to comb my hair.
Things remained, but people had changed; all was over,
Before words could come, tears flowed...
The White-Clad One drifted down from the void with the person in his arms, found a clean rock, and stood beside it in silence.
Petals gradually began drifting through the Forbidden Lands. They were petals of the Flower of the Other Shore...
The bloody light above the void faded, and calm returned.
The Great Calamity seemed to have passed, but the White-Clad One knew... the Great Calamity had yet to come...
Silence filled the entire Forbidden Lands, as though no one lived there.
Yes, it had always been a land without people.
A Redwood Coffin appeared out of thin air before the White-Clad One. He gently opened it and laid the person inside.
The White-Clad One carefully closed the coffin and waited quietly...
At last, before long, the sound of a heartbeat eerily arose again from the person inside the coffin.
Listening to the heartbeat within the coffin, the White-Clad One smiled once more...
"I'm sorry. Your husband lied to you."
"You won't die. No one I care about will ever die before my eyes again. Otherwise, what was all my planning for?"
The White-Clad One looked at the Redwood Coffin before him and slowly sat down against the rock. He sat there for days.
There was neither sun nor moon in the Forbidden Lands, leaving him unable to distinguish day from night.
Had an old acquaintance been there, they might have recognized this Redwood Coffin as the very one Immortal Ziyu had once used to hold his mother's body-a coffin that could ensure vitality endured even after the divine soul dispersed.