That year, there was an invasion of alien races. The saint was desperate and created a small world in the hope of retaining the last spark of fire;
That year, a sword light pierced the sky, and the soul was sacrificed to itself, hoping to reopen a path to heaven for future generations of monks;
That year, there was a young man riding a horse and holding a spear, fighting bloody battles on the battlefield, hoping to report to the country and help the common people to reorganize the country.
"Every time you reach a stage in your life, when you look back, do you feel that everything before was meaningless?" Someone asked Luo Bai.
Luo Bai recalled his life and smiled.
