Lu Zhuhui, billions of blood, the back room is divided into five areas.
Gods wake up, people resist, and the lost ethnic group pulls the strings.
White cloth cover, red dyed clothes, blood, rain and tears in troubled times.
No one is safe, and when you reach the top, several levels finally become the boundary.
What was once peaceful turns to danger, and there is no paradise in turbulent times.
Er Yuanping, cherishing sin and misfortune, believing that there is no peace in the era.
Three lost souls, tragic humanity, and chaos in a lost era.
Seek the sky four times, hope for a fight, split the times and fight against the sky.
Wuyuan knot, thinking about feelings, thinking about sorrow and hatred in war-torn times.
Six ascended to the sky, cut down the pillar gods, and cleared the path of no return for the era.
After seven turns, I sighed and passed away. The demons of the primitive era came out.
Eight died of illness, extremely sublime, illness has fallen into the era of outstanding talents.
Nine sorrows and hatreds mean to escape, and enjoy the ultimate happiness in the age of puppets.
Ten reincarnations, re-arrangement, and coexistence in a peaceful era.
In 10 eras, the Lost Clan is eternally prosperous, the Lost Legion is eternal, the Pantheon, the Pillars, and the Human Federation, no matter how long they exist, will eventually be destroyed.
We want to escape, but we have already violated our original intention, but doing so is the best choice. No matter what, we will continue.
Until there is someone who puts an end to all this, this damn place will be sealed forever and no one will be able to enter again.
Let us turn into eternal stones, bury them here, and rebuild a home that belongs to them and to us.
