The vast wilderness of the universe is a bloody battlefield.
The place where countless souls are buried.
In the world of troubled times, prophecies chant:
The world is in shock.
The place where you were born is not where you belong,
After a thousand years, will we be able to find the answer?
Even though I can see everyone's future, I can't see my own path.
Is this sad or happy?
A gentleman and a villain only have one thought.
So she is the god who saves the common people after all?
Or the monster who destroys the world.
Someone is whispering in the mist:
Find out for yourself...
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I didn't mean it, it's not that I didn't want to cultivate.
But after editing a few chapters yesterday, I realized that there were too many things to move.
I am going to start overhauling the text after finishing the Xuanwu chapter.
I can't write anymore~I'm digging a new hole~If you are interested, please read the new article
Fill this out slowly~