I come from a land condemned as godless.
I hid in the deep underground, accompanied by broken bamboo slips and fragments.
What I am cultivating is not a book, but the history of annihilation, a knife that cuts towards the gods!
When the final trial came, the soldiers of the gods came together——
I stood on the top of the Great Beacon Wall and unfolded the restored "Shan Hai Jing" in my hand.
There are no words on the pages of the book, but a roaring roar can be heard from the blank spaces——
This time, I pray to God for China!
