When Lin Xin woke up, she found that she was hanging in the sky. As her thoughts turned, the ground was filled with vicissitudes of life, and as soon as she slept, it was like billions of years.
So Lin Xin began to light the fire.
Looking at all things creates history, looking at the world creates inheritance.
When history becomes history, when history becomes legend, when legend becomes myth... Looking back, the world has changed again.
The intersection of all realms, the endless sky, the emptiness of the heavens, who controls the ups and downs?
