Imperial Tomb

Blood... Corpses... Broken earth... Mottled city walls... Only the lonely mountains and rivers... Rain... Woman... Father... Who is left in this world... The vast river of time keeps drifting, and I don't know how far into the future it is heading. The world is constantly changing, there are laughter and crying, all disappearing with the drift of the long river. I don't know how long the long river has flowed. At a certain moment, Qi Yu's consciousness recalled the blood and earth of that day... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.