The blood moon crosses the sky, and the ancient bronze compass flows with inexplicable brilliance. Bathed in blood and light, it interweaves into the desolate and thick ancient seal script. Around the pattern of the ancient seal script, the mottled rust stains fly by bit by bit——
A muffled sound cuts through the night sky, smoke fills the Taiping Mountain forest, the earth trembles, the soul surges, the yin and yang are out of balance, among the bright neon lights, weirdness appears in reality, destruction or rebirth?
The dust is gradually gone, the two are in the same sky, and the other shore is back again, continuing to write the unfinished regrets of ancient times!
