This is a story from long ago.
About a thousand years ago...
In a continent called Fengmu, a group of outstanding boys and girls fought in a bloody battlefield, but they were attacked by their companions.
Of the seventeen people, only three survived.
Twelve years later, their leader completed his twenty-year plan at an uncontrollable speed - becoming a doomsday knight, making a comeback, joining the sixth melee, rescuing his imprisoned brother, exposing the identity of the pretender, and finding his true relatives...
Brothers and sisters who share life and death, we all have to face death eventually.
"The names on the death monument shine with indifference, and the empty soul can't help but cry loudly, but the people on it will never come back."
"If we want to survive, we have to kill."
"I wish I could kill you."
"We are the weirdest, weirdest siblings in the world."
"Perhaps those wars can only disappear when all human beings return to the dust."
This is a confusing article. Maybe it will take me a long, long time to finish writing it. I hope you can accompany me.