With one thought, everything in the sky collapses, and the yin and yang are refining for hundreds of lives! There is no reincarnation under the sky, but the wind and dust are like two lives, and there is no feeling that it will not change for thousands of years. Is it the chaos of time or the recurrence of reincarnation? The cuckoo cries blood, hoping that the emperor will bring down the country and attack the sky. If the body dies and the country is destroyed, who is in the sky? The ten emperors of the prehistoric times were imprisoned in the land and their whereabouts were unknown. Where was the land? Looking around, the sky is not the sky, the earth is not the earth, every step is a game, everything is a chess! Who is the player?
I looked a little confused [laughing awkwardly]