The battle that lasted for thousands of years has ended, the world has returned to peace, and everyone has a piece of ruins in their hearts.
Perhaps, that memory will gradually disappear under the erosion of time, but for some people, it is a memory that can never be erased. When people are enjoying today's peaceful and prosperous age, a disaster quietly comes...
Is it a repeat of history or a continuation of what happened thousands of years ago?
What kind of ups and downs will he, the reincarnation of the Xuanyuan God banished by heaven, experience in this dispute, and what tragic song of fate will he play...
I look forward to the stream of light flying away, shattering and falling, the waning moon to see all the sorrow of separation, the moon to be full and missing, looking to the end of the sky, hiding the black hair, across the world, not afraid of the day we meet, being passionate and hurting myself, knowing the promise, I hope the dream will never awaken, the dream chases thousands of miles, the end of the world, this feeling will stay in my heart forever.
Looking back suddenly, the sky is covered with red falls, my soul is flying away, love is not the cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death, I am alone on the other side...