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Thousands of peaks compete for beauty, and thousands of valleys contend for flow. The waterfall flies sideways and the vines hang upside down. When the tiger roars, the wind dominates the valley entrance; when the ape cries, the moon falls on the mountainside. Just like indigo dyed into thousands of pieces of jade, and green gauze covering thousands of piles of smoke In ancient times, humans and gods coexisted, but gods disappeared in the changes of history. I thought that the myth would become a "myth", but I didn't expect that a black smoke sweeping the world would revive the gods. When the gods returned, they would start a massacre. What was their purpose?
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