The world I live in is just a prison where heaven imprisons sinners.
In order to resurrect the fallen Taoist companion, I fought my way through all realms, and finally cut off the will of "Heaven".
But they discovered that the so-called "sinners" were actually heroes of all races.
The blood of our ancestors dyed the barrier of time and space red, just to protect our forgotten descendants.
As a bridge, I connect the isolated worlds and allow countless imprisoned descendants of heroes to see the light of day again.
At that moment, the dead sycamore tree sprouted again, and I gently touched the trunk: "Fang, let's go home."
