THREADS OF FATE AND LOVE

RE-CREATED WORLD

As slender as gossamer strands, threads bear the weight of our existence, their fragility mirroring the delicate balance of life itself. But with a single tug, life's intricate tapestry unravels, for truth, whether whispered as a sentence, uttered as a word, or enacted as an irreversible action, possesses the power to dismantle the artifice woven from the fabric of falsehoods. Yet, hidden in the shadows of this revelation lies a profound secret: these very threads, once severed, possess the enchanting ability to mend what they have torn asunder. Bound together by the ethereal weave of fate and the enduring embrace of love, they orchestrate a dance of cosmic design, uniting souls in a tapestry of destiny in intricate design.

Every event in our life has a start, and it can be 1, 2, or 10 years ago. But it doesn't matter because as long as we can hold on to the faith, we might get a second chance, we will make everything right and rewrite our mistakes that were made in the past. There will be someone to help us, guide us, and love us. It's cruel that you love someone but don't remember who that person is or what that person looks like. It hurts when you know you love that person more than anything but don't remember who. Your heart craves for each other, but you don't know.

It is been 1,000 years since everything happened. Heaven Emperor made an official statement that all three realms would be one, and there would be no difference between heaven officials, demons, or humans. It is been 1,000 years since Rahu Ketu and King Bailin died, it was a decision made by both of them. They decided to leave this world together because they couldn't be together in both Heaven and Hell.

They were friends and trusted each other very much, but Bailin broke his trust. If Bailin can't get his forgiveness, he can die together with Rahu Ketu. Bailin didn't know that demons could also be a trustworthy person and that he could lean on them. When he came to see the truth, he knew that he lost his only reliable friend, Rahu Ketu. That's why he took that decision; if Bailin can't get his forgiveness, then he will die with him.

Even if 1,000 years had passed, the relationship between the three realms never changed, and the cultivators were still alive, happily living. Chu Xuanji and Yu Sifeng were the actual examples of True Love. They endured many obstacles and travelled many rugged paths but didn't let go of each other. Even if they make many mistakes, they try to remake up to the other.

They both were blessed with a beautiful baby boy, who was 18 this year. They were beyond happy when they first held the little one. They wouldn't explain what they felt. That feeling was beyond words, and they didn't have to create a comment to describe their feelings. After many fights and struggles, they called him Yu Yichen, which means 'grand sun, moon, or stars'.

They both were very proud of Yichen because he mastered almost all the spells in Shaoyang Sect and Lize Palace at a very young age. People from both Shaoyang Sect and Lize Palace were happy to have a very hard-working cultivator like Yichen. Even if Xuanji and Sifeng almost always fight over whose Sect is better in spells and sword skills, they end their fights with both of them agreeing that each Sect has its advantages and disadvantages.

Yichen was so much like his father. He would practice the spells every second he got. Xuanji was always there to help him out, and Sifeng always gave him love and care. At first, they thought they wouldn't be perfect for their son, but they were more perfect than Yichen could ever ask for. Even if so many years had passed, the love between Sifeng and Xuanji never changed. They would still behave as a new couple who just got into a relationship a moment ago, and they didn't have a son who was 18 this year. Yichen grew up in Shaoyang Sect and Lize Palace, and his grandparents would help him with the spells.

Everyone in Shaoyang Sect is arranging things here and there; they are trying to prepare everything on time. One person was sitting on the table set outside his room, unbothered by the situation inside. He was wearing a white robe on top of different layers of thin clothes and a waistband that kept the thin layers together; his long hair was made into a bun with the help of half of his hair and a long white ribbon tied around it which reached up to his waist, floating carelessly with the wind and the other half of his hair was falling below his waist. Some of his hair was falling on his shoulder, which didn't quite bother him.