At the Beginning, Three Thousand Avenues Invited Me to a Meeting.

The green wind comes slowly, blowing through the coldness of the annual rings, and the tens of millions of years mark the endless killings, the vastness of the abyss, the dream of star rain, and the death of chaos. Xiao Changqing has witnessed too many ups and downs along the way, and has traveled through all the worlds. Just for the regret of the past, he came from the east with a sword, defeated the gods and demons, and cut off all the mountains and moons. Thousands of principles are not evergreen, and the clouds are warm when picked up.