When the setting sun dissipates and the stars rise, you and I look up at the sky, and the ancient myths are sung through the ages.
This endless universe! When is it a beginning and when is it an end? Where is the starting point and where is the end? For thousands of years, all living things have been burdened with this ancient question, and have gone through countless springs, summers, autumns and winters, and performed countless lingering and vigorous performances. However, these boundless years have not passed in vain, nor have they been diminished by this gain. Wisdom ancestors, the world is as small as a blink of an eye, and the vast ocean is a drop of water. They search hard and tirelessly.
In this world, there are countless reincarnations of life and death, countless swords and swords, countless alliances and oaths, and countless gentle turns, but it turns out that they cannot withstand the impact of time and the wash of time. Sometimes, the loneliness of the soul is the only thing that survives through the ages; sometimes, the love between life and death, even a hint of affection, can exude sweetness forever; sometimes, the right path is the devil's path, and sometimes, the shore you turn back to turns out to be the other shore...