Purcell·god of War, the Storm Gathers

If the world itself is a mistake Protection and destruction have become unpardonable sins One hundred thousand years of destiny, thousands of reincarnations The trajectories of life are intertwined, and the nodes disappear without any trace. The loss of existence, the realization of illusion The boundaries between black and white are blurred, and it is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong. Just like a puppet with strings, its shackles are broken Just take advantage of the situation and use your sword to cut off the fate of Ruying Even if the road ahead is unclear, your destiny will follow you This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.