The phoenix comes out, the beginning of great chaos, the evil phoenix reverses its feathers, destroys the army with one sword, and seals the demon for ten thousand years, finally defeated, the devil appears, the world is in chaos, the evil phoenix comes out, all the bones wither, hate the sky, the world is broken, the evil phoenix enters the world, vertical and horizontal births
The fate that has been destined is always something you can't escape or hide from...
In the face of fate, can we really just bow our heads and surrender? "My destiny is up to me!" Since when has it become difficult for me to shout this sentence that I have always believed in?