Prologue
How long has he been here? Weeks? Months? Years? Certainly not just days. Though his appearance never changed, he knew for certain that he has been here for so long. Centuries? There's no way to know for sure. With everything that has happened, Mo Yuan could no longer trust his judgment when it comes to Time. He can't determine if it's daytime or night, or if time stood still in this realm. But no matter how long he's been there, the place never changed. It's just an endless nothingness.
He's been trying and finding a way to get back, but as time passed his strength starts to waver. He wanted to give up and just rest. He has witnessed a lot in his lifetime. Seasons changed. Wars broke out and eneded. Drought and abundant rain came to pass. People, immortal and mortal, lived and died. He has seen it all. He had lived long enough to learn that everything ends eventually. And while struggling each passing time to gather his shattered soul, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he has reached his.
But then in his memory, he saw her. Therefore, he must come back.