Since the creation of Pangu, the sun, moon, and stars have been changing. On an unknown mountain, there is a Taoist temple. There is only one immortal in it, named Wind Chaser. He looked up at the galaxy, counted with his fingers, and frowned. "Mago Bazi, it hasn't rained yet. I'm going to die of thirst! No, it should rain. Where is the Dragon King?" This is the story of a storm chaser who wants to be free but cannot. Whether human or immortal, is there freedom in this world?
