Folklorist's Biography of Immortality

Folklore is a curled-up myth, and myth is a hazy history! In the roar of the black abyss tide, the indifferent whisper of the sky echoes! Salvation or destruction, it's just a choice. A peach branch has two flowers in bloom, one blows in the wind and the other falls in the mud. The evil spirits of troubled times turned into monsters and sang along with the world. The people in the mountains take the name of immortals and dance with the world. When the peach blossoms are blooming, the red makeup from thousands of miles away will cause disaster! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.