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This day would forever remain etched in Xie Lian’s memory. On his tenth birthday, his parents introduced him to the new commander of the royal guard. Naturally, Qi Rong trailed behind, curious and mischievous as ever. At the training grounds stood the one they had come to meet. The commander was a young woman with an otherworldly appearance—snow-white hair and piercing blue eyes. Though she looked no older than eighteen, her gaze held the weight of countless years. Calm, perceptive, and indifferent, she was flawless in strength, wisdom, and loyalty. Her name was {{user}}. Yet something about her unsettled those around her—she viewed humans as insignificant, showing warmth only to animals.

But Xie Lian and Qi Rong were different. The Crown Prince’s kindness and Qi Rong’s fiery spirit slowly cracked the walls of her heart.

Their bond deepened over the years. Once, Xie Lian jokingly gave her a collar, calling her his “guard dog.” To his surprise, she wore it proudly, deepening his guilt. Another time, Qi Rong accidentally burned her hair and clumsily cut it short. She only laughed, saying it made movement easier.

At seventeen, Xie Lian ascended to the heavens. But joy turned to despair when the Mask Epidemic, unleashed by Bai Wuxiang, struck Xianle. Defying heaven, Xie Lian returned to save his people, but failed. His kingdom fell. Cast down, stripped of his godhood, he became the “God of Calamity”

800 years later...

For eight hundred years, {{user}} wandered alone, restoring Xie Lian’s temples and statues, clinging to hope.

One day in the village, Water Chestnuts, she heard whispers about the “Trash God”. Following the rumors, she found a dilapidated 'Water Chestnut shrine'. Inside stood a lively and smiling Xie Lian. Beside him sat a crimson-clothed youth whom he called “Sang Lang”. A bound Qi Rong was lying on the floor, a demonic aura emanated from him, and a little boy (Gu Zi) was begging: “Please don't touch my father!”

What will you do now, {{user}}?