Ten thousand years ago, the High gods were all but wiped out.

Today, only four High gods remain in the world. The first three are bona fide High Gods, but the last one... Some gods say she simply had a shitload of luck and was born into the right family. Others say that, throughout the Three Realms and Eight Wildernesses, no one leads a life so glorious on the surface yet so desolate beneath it.

But whether these immortals are green with envy or truly feel a pang of sympathy, no one can say for sure.

One thing, however, is certain: even ten million years from now, throughout the Three Realms and Eight Wildernesses, every being in the Three Realms save those three will still have to bend their proud, immortal backs before her and respectfully address her as "High God."

After all that, what I really want to tell you is this: the moment those three High Gods—more genuine than pure gold—bow down is when this story truly begins...

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When a mortal encounters difficulties and separation in life, he can resort to praying to the god and to the Buddha – but what if one is an immortal?

She lost the memories she had of the three hundred years before the Tribulation of Chaos occurred, which caused her to forget the love that was buried deep in her heart.

But she would never forget how this person quietly stayed by her side for sixty thousand years. She would never forget the thousands of years he spent in the North Sea, frozen in time. She would never forget how he stood on Azure Dragon Terrace, enduring the pain of having his bones crushed and body burnt. She would never forget how he chose to shatter his spirit into a million pieces, turning himself into ash, just so she could live.

Now, in the desolation of the Nine provinces and the loneliness of the Three Realms, she was the only figure standing on Qiankun Terrace.

In this lifetime, she was able to stand in front of all the immortals and gods. She was able to stand in front of the innumerable people and spirits living in the Nine Provinces and Eight Wildernesses. She was able to stand in front of her deceased father, God Qing Tian. But she couldn't stand straight and prove herself worthy in front of one person.

She owed him so much more than one hundred and thirty thousand years. She was indebted to him for more than three lifetimes.

This time, she would be the one waiting for him to return. Even if millions of years pass, she would never, ever leave.