Studying That the Witch Is Not the Evil God Who Destroys the World

The ingredients of the heavens + witches + are complex. The campus is a transition, and the world is not completely Cthulhu. There are also normal times where the main character is a little crazy. The eternal blazing sun will eventually burn out, and the endless sea of ​​dreams will eventually dry up. I watched it all happen. I remember the gods falling from their thrones, and the divine bones paving the steps for the new sun to ascend to the gods; I understand the truth-seeking fanatics collapsed when they learned the falsehood, and I understand the despair shown by the witch on the tower when the world turned into a cage; I saw the original scorching sun rising from the darkness, and the crazy evil god overturned the world with his own hands; I also saw myself standing on the top of the dream sea, falling into madness because of the false truth. So that day, I buried these with my own hands. I came from the mundane world and landed in mythology; I set out from ignorance to seek the truth. But when everything turned into falsehood, I buried them with my own hands and walked into the mortal world again. The peaceful campus was mysteriously broken, and fragments of the past revived in the pale. This time, I am still the witch of the White Tower, a fanatic seeking the truth, the evil god who destroyed the world, and the sun in the early Yuan Dynasty. I am still the madman who longs for transcendence and explores everything. But this time, there was no one around me.