Tianyuan

In the last years of ancient times, monks regarded mortals as cud* and human life as mustard. In an ordinary small village, for three consecutive days, the sky was covered by dark clouds. On February 2, a child was born. When the child was born, the sky and earth changed, the day turned upside down, and thunder roared loudly. Everyone in the ancient star felt a self-centered aura. At this time, the crape myrtle moved as if an emperor was born. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.