God said he was cruel and murderous, and history books said he brought trouble to the world. But when I dreamed back to ancient times, I realized that he just lost.
Many years later, when I set foot on the Wilderness of Zhuolu, the blood and sorrow that soared to the sky could still tear my soul to pieces.
In the writings of the winner, he is a monster with a bronze head and an iron forehead, eating sand and eating stones. But in my dream, he is Chi You, the king of Jiuli, and the loneliest soul in the world. I saw that he was not born a devil. He once clumsily put on a hand-polished bone chain for me under the starry sky, promising to make me the happiest bride in Jiuli.
I also saw the Battle of Zhuolu, which was dubbed the "Holy War". The so-called justice is nothing more than countless driven bears, tigers and leopards to tear apart another group of bodies eager to live. He roared angrily, swinging the giant axe, not for power, but for every fallen brother behind him, and for the inviolable land beneath his feet.
I became an ancient ghost, a helpless bystander, clearly watching him approach his destined death.
He finally fell, his head was beheaded by Ying Long, and his blood turned into an endless maple forest. I tried to catch him, but all I encountered was nothingness. His last gaze passed through the battlefield, traveled through time, and looked at me in the void, with unfinished regret and indomitable determination to move forward.
The world calls him the Master of War and the Demon God.
Only I know that he is just a totem who wanted to protect his people but lost his destiny.
I want the world to know that the man named Chi You had a name, a passion, and was deeply loved by someone. He should not be forgotten in the shadow of myth.
