God is never a clay sculpture in a temple.
The true divinity is the unswerving attachment to the land beneath our feet for thousands of years.
When the courier Wang Zhen raised the dusty three-pointed two-edged sword, what he awakened was not his personal power, but the forgotten blood and unyielding nature of his homeland.
Under the neon lights of the modern city, a divine battle to seize my dragon vein and destroy my destiny has already quietly broken out.
He said: "I will guard the lights of thousands of houses behind me."
This is a battle of survival that began in modern times, and the answer is buried deep in the soil made of blood and fire thousands of years ago.
