Burn the World

I am a star, slightly invincible Holding a star gun in hand, stepping into the void Traveling through all things, no one speaks One shot is like a nebula, destroying the world and nine dusty heavens Burning the world and blaming me for being cruel, how can I save the common people if I am not destroyed? Where is the loneliness in the world? Everything in the world is accompanying me. Whether it is the bright sunshine or the biting cold, I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me. In the end, it is not like a young man wandering around. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.