In the starry sky, the stars shine on a man, holding a long knife and facing countless black strange creatures. This is a dream Wang Mo has had countless times.
Dreams become reality, Wang Mo travels through the world of cultivation, and coincidences lead Wang Mo to the top. Who is planning it?
Faulty history, dark future, where is the real history?
Lost memory, starting over on the path of cultivation, am I him or me?
Going back to the past and peeking into the future, can we change the current situation and lead the tribe out of the predicament?
Only I can plan my life. The real history is at my feet. I will only be me and move forward indomitably. I am willing to follow in the footsteps of my ancestors and fight for the future on behalf of future generations.
