The huge, dark water was like a whale swallowing the sky and the earth, turbulent and filled with ink-colored water. The water splashed up and fell on the heads of the people suspended in the void, instantly glowing with a bright red color.
They are dead.
In the meantime, a figure stood in the void with milky white gauze at its feet, its red robe as if stained with blood.
He was alone with only a knife and a sword.
On the opposite side, tens of millions of people were standing.
He may not know anyone in front of him, but everyone knows,
His name is Mu Juemian!
One month ago, at the age of eighteen, he would never have thought that the fate he wanted to escape would lead him to this place because of an escape.
An ancient temple stands at a dilapidated street corner. The paint on the walls has peeled off, revealing mottled bricks and stones, and the tiles on the roof are also incomplete.
Among them, there was a young man lying on a broken wooden bed. As the young man turned around, the wooden bed made a creaking sound, as if it was about to break at any time.
After three shots in the sun, Mu Qianqiu finally opened his tired eyes, looked at the ruined temple in front of him, rolled his eyes, leaned back, and fell down again.
Three seconds later, he jumped out of bed and stared blankly at the strange... World in front of him.
His name is Mu Qianqiu, the 'Qianqiu' of thousands of generations.
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They are separated by the other side of deep space, but their [destinies] are intertwined with each other.
"Crying of the Phoenix" tells the story about it
