We Are All Gentlemen

The big star fell, the desolation was boundless, and the god of death was buried in the sky, leaving only a word, which is called an unsolvable prophecy. "My body is dead, don't remember it. A clown jumps off the beam, and a mouse's eyes are far away. But after dormant for thousands of years, a prosperous age will reappear. A young man without robes, flowing with the original blood of the three tribes, will cut the sky like a sword and bless the heavens." The ** god died, half of the eight old god guardians rebelled, and the other half hid in the world. The 8 million ** gods scattered the wind and clouds, helped the tyrants to do harm, established their own mountain gates, and claimed to sleep forever... A glimpse of all kinds of human nature. Flowers bloom and fall in just a blink of an eye. The Liukong Taoist at the foot of Wuya Mountain has been guarding for ten thousand years, but he has never seen the dragon, tiger, and purple energy hovering. The ancient chess player who has been planning the game for ten thousand years, can he really expect to have such a prosperous life? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.