Thousands of years have passed, and several lives have been reincarnated. I remember those days when I was so angry that I became a beauty. Love is gone, things are gone and people are gone.
No one knows why there are fewer and fewer stories about monsters and ghosts in the world. The root of all this has long become a distant mystery.
Thousands of years ago, they made a mistake and separated humans forever. Will it be the same in this life?
Why is the long-dormant demon ready to move?
Will everything in the future be destroyed, or will it be an opportunity given by God?
"Ruohua"