The soul fell into the Great Yong, and there was nothing left.
No memory, no identity, no qualifications, no system plug-ins, no chance from heaven.
The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are grinding away human bones, and the four great nobles of Gu, Lu, Pei and Su regard the common people as nothing more than grass;
Beixuan's iron cavalry rides across the mountains and rivers, thousands of miles of border crossings are filled with beacon smoke, and the old dynasty is about to fall.
A mud-smeared and lowly soldier lost his life in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood with his bare hands, and turned into a dragon in the marketplace.
Efforts are made in the marketplace, bloodshed in the rivers and lakes, clans and clans play chess, swords are held in the temples, battles are fought to the death at Beiguan, and the world is the enemy.
Burying my bones in the south of the Yangtze River will pave my way to heaven;
Beiguan shed blood to forge my Dingding sword.
The world in this troubled world has been shattered, so it's up to me to mend the cracks with my own hands!
