There are nine heavenly palaces and immortal palaces stretching as far as the eye can see. What kind of life is behind the magnificent history? What kind of legends are there behind the beauties behind each myth? Praise for hundreds of generations, God's freedom, we can only monopolize the world's elegance. But who can understand that this elegance is a myth of blood and tears written by endless battles and endless fighting. After the fireworks have bloomed, people are about to leave. Who is left to pick up the embers? Stories always have to end, leaving posterity with endless desolation and sadness. I have always liked Honghuang, and I don't know why, but I like Wudang Madonna, a woman who has only spoken a few words and has never even appeared in front of her. The light shines on Zhuhu's gold to pave the road, and the snow shines on Qiong Yaoyu to build the palace. There are too many helpless beings in the Biluotian Tower. But the years are so long and the figure is so thin, even if the heart has no place to live, it can still be a little warm. I may not be able to change anything, but I think I can give her a rich life. Novice writers are by no means noobs, let's take a look at a legend of Kun Dao from the prehistoric era.