I am Anhua, an ordinary sweeper.
Later I learned that we have an even older name - the Chinese Protoss.
The heaven and earth first opened, and chaos was not divided.
The ancient gods transformed all things into flesh and blood. There is a group of people who have been nourished by his grace and have developed spiritual wisdom, which can absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth and understand the sounds and breaths of all things.
The gods favored them and gave them names.
The human race conforms to the heaven and the earth, devotes itself to cultivation, and creates civilization. Later they called themselves the Chinese Protoss.
However, foreign races coveted his talent, and war raged for tens of thousands of years.
The Chinese gods rose and fell, and finally retreated to a corner. Civilization was destroyed, history was covered in dust, and bloodlines were almost cut off.
And the war never stopped. The favor of the gods has never been withdrawn.
China has been dormant for hundreds of years, recuperating and recuperating. When the day comes again, I vow to avenge this deep hatred for my fellow tribesmen.
Although I am just a sweeper, if someone calls me to start a group, I will naturally follow him immediately.
