Original Way of Heaven

In the age of great strife, wars are raging, and the sky is red, like fire and blood. I hate that the battlefield is thousands of miles away at dusk, thousands of bones are turned to ashes, blood is condensed into soil, residual souls are resentful, and sad spirits weep to the sky. The blood moon is in the sky, how many more, and the dark night is eternal? When will the war of all races end? Force a smile to stop your thoughts, sing a sad song to express your sorrow, drink alone to relieve your thoughts, and bathe in the frost to relieve your worries. After a long night of sleeplessness, I stole half of my leisure, and because of the darkness, I was drunk in the wilderness. Put your obsession in the void and peer into the long river of time. The years are endless, flowing for eternity, the stars are like sand, and the planes are countless. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.