The secrets of heaven are unpredictable, and the aura shines across the sea of consciousness. The lingering message from the depths of the universe urges the pen and paper in your hand to slowly evolve into you and me in the future.
The known and unknown are originally one. The me at this moment and you in the endless years are always intertwined in my thoughts and dreams.
What appears on the book is the beating spirit; what seems to be absent is this eternal myth.
This is a hazy world. At the beginning of chaos, thousands of worlds evolved, and the ultimate battle between magic and Tao continued.
Failure is doomed to elimination? Success is the only thing? At the end of billions of years, who is the last invincible existence?
