A cup of grape wine glimmers in the moonlight, but the pipa urges me to drink before riding off; don't laugh at me as I lie drunk on the battlefield. Eighteen-year-old mirror person Leng Gengxin transmigrated from the modern world with a database in tow, only to find himself a scion of a powerful local warlord in the world of mirror listening.
With a pure heart and a mysterious mission weighing on his shoulders, he resolved to restore and strengthen the realm. In this chaotic age, where immortals and Daoists, Confucians and Buddhists, gods and demons all ran rampant, he would chase the wind and cut a path through every obstacle!
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Many years later, Leng Gengxin looked back on the past. Corpses littered the land, rivers of blood flowed, and Buddhas, gods, Daoists, demons, and humans had all fallen silent. The spirit body had taken shape.
On a desolate, lonely star, flags fluttered, leaving behind only legends of the gods.
With no one from the past before me and no one to come after, I ponder the endlessness of heaven and earth, and weep in solitude!
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