The clouds are wild and wild, and love and hate are like tides.
The handsome mermaid who was enslaved raised the sword in his hand and weaved a plan to restore the country with his meticulous thinking; the girl from the Tang Dynasty who came from thousands of miles away was dressed in white like snow, and the floating white silk was like a spiritual snake; the shackled saint on the white tower of Jialan used the cold mirror to reflect the chaotic world.
The colorful clothes in Luanqiong Tower are swaying, the eyes of the sea sharks are cold in the blue sky, the Kongsang royal family is playing chess and discussing the king, and the world's swordsmen are drawing swords for the common people!
Those people in the world who have seen all life and death, even if they are indifferent to worldly affairs, still can't let go of the hustle and bustle and romance of the world of mortals.
The road to rejuvenation is filled with smoke and fierce winds. The sky is stained with blood, whose face is revealed among the flashes of swords and shadows? Honghou is ruthless, and the world has already been turned upside down while talking and laughing.
In this calamity where the world is the game and everyone is the chess piece, no one can escape with a smile. In this era, everyone's life is like flying feathers.
The mirror on the white tower was broken, but the white clouds and dog-like people reflected in the fragments were as small as before. Everything yesterday is like death yesterday, and everything today is like birth today. What remains unchanged is this era.