"My people, Taichu, will never be slaves..." The long ancient trumpet sound swept from Taichu to Taipei like a torrent. In the ancient years, Taichu, which was at its peak of glory, was shattered, the gods fell, countless creatures cried, the sea turned into millet, and all Taoism was empty. , When history turned into dilapidated ruins, an abandoned young man walked out of the place abandoned by the gods, broke out in the silence, and became a god under all the ways. He opened up an epic road of praise and tears, climbed to the top of the ancient times, and regained the glory of the beginning.
