The country is so beautiful and the hero is so humble. He is bent on fighting for power and becoming the master of the world, but his true heart is unknowingly moved in the conspiracy and calculation.
Her old friend is dead and her hatred is as deep as the sea. She is obsessed with resurrecting the dead. She is ruthless and bloodied at every step, but in the end she discovers the incredible truth.
Sharing life and death along the way is also deception and calculation along the way. In the end, the deep love always comes to nothing.
He looked at the dazzling fire under the cliff, and felt a despair that he had not felt for a long time. The majestic imperial power that he had worked so hard to obtain was already within his grasp, but why, he felt like there was a lump in his throat and he couldn't be happy at all.
The red dress in front of the cliff, the witch's eyebrows, the look she looked at him when she jumped down... The red lotus karma fire burned not only thousands of armies, but also my last thoughts in this world.
