The world. Among the heroes vying for the throne, who is in charge?
Wulin. After waking up from the dream of three lives, all the beauty has fallen.
When I woke up, Wulin was no longer Wulin. And the world is no longer the world.
The shocking sword soul and Ling Yue's fighting spirit are just an elegy and a swan song in a floating dream.
Red lotus bathes in fire, red lotus bathes in fire. The dilemma is just between choices.
When the dust has settled and I look back, I realize that what I gained has been lost, and what I lost has become a memory. Or, it's just a fragment in the illusion of the world.
Outside the window, flowers were swaying. In the dream, prosperity falls. Lively and lonely, in the end it is just a memory.
But beside the bridge, beside the flowers on the other side, there are three thousand weak waters, who can remember them?