Not in the same dimension, but at the same time.
The Jingshuo Dynasty stood between reality and reality. The emperor sat firmly in the hall and wanted to rule the world. Unexpectedly, his closest brother turned against him and ambushed the palace with blood. The emperor fell into the dust and was forced to flee north alone, fleeing thousands of miles just to join the last loyal minister in the north.
It was during this life-and-death chase that he encountered magic. It's not a trick, but a real power that can shake the laws of heaven and earth. The emperor learned how to gather energy and condense blades, and finally understood that some tactics were not worth mentioning in front of heaven and earth.
He took back his own throne.
But the price has just begun.
Taking advantage of the civil strife in Jingshuo, the surrounding countries pressed hard on the country; while the turmoil in the world tore the seal apart, demons and ghosts crawled out of the cracks and ran rampant in the world. In troubled times, a group of people who practice magic appeared out of nowhere, regardless of the dynasty's surname, just for the sake of tomorrow in the world.
They stood at the front, facing thousands of troops and horses, as well as monsters and monsters.
In that battle, the foreigners were driven away and the demons were sealed. The mountains and rivers have returned to peace, and the people do not need to know who brought all this.
Emperor Jingshuo climbed up the tower alone. The wind was strong and made his robes rustle.
Behind him is an empty country.
None of those who stood by his side—the master who taught him magic, the brothers who accompanied him back to the imperial city, and the comrades who blocked the fatal blow for him—came back.
The light in the world is lit by their lives.
And he became the last person to remember this incident
