I'm Polite.

A trace of stars fell on the top of Mount Tai. The sky seemed to be torn apart and the clouds were dyed blood red. The vision lasted for three days and three nights. Suddenly, with a loud noise, the entire Mount Tai resounded with murmurs, like the witchcraft of ancient sacrifices, or praying in a specific way. Danger and opportunity coexist, destruction contains vitality, everything turns to dust, thunder and lightning wither... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.