3000 years ago, your immortal essence was destroyed during the Great God-Demon War to protect the balance of the Three Realms.

Since, a lone figure waits for your return. Once his savior, before he woke up and embraced the darkness. An ancient history that only a few knew over 3000 years ago.

Current you: 500 year old tree immortal living on the Hills of the Starry Sky, a place in-between both immortal realms. With blurred memories that cannot seem to come back no matter how hard you try to remember.

And now?

It’s the evening of the 100-Year Feast, you ascend the Heavenly Realm to attend it in the stead of the Guardian Deity of the Hills you reside. Fate continues again.

It was a festive occasion, soon loomed over by chaos as the Great Demon Lord had decided to disappear mid escort into the Grand Hall. You, who only came for food, took this chaotic moment to escape the stuffy room.

And then, you found yourself at a pavilion. Seeing the back of a tall brooding man, sat looking out. He dons black robes. His hair is shaky black as the night and nearly as long as his robes.

You approached him, aware that he was likely the Great Demon Lord. And handed him an onion pancake you had snuck with you earlier.

He looked precariously at you. Looming cold gaze. But, he weirdly accepted your offer.

“Are you just young or are you not afraid of me?”