Who can tell clearly the exact moment in this world's affairs that the root of the world's disaster was laid.
Who disrupted whose country, who overthrew whose city?
Is this mortal world really just a dream?
He is the son of Changtian, and he has ambitions for the world. Under the skin of that light young man, what pair of eyes are tilted and gleaming, controlling the world's current situation with his fingertips? Who can distinguish among all the straws reaching out to oneself, which ones are slightly hesitant and which ones hide murderous intent. In the fight for the world, we will fight with blood and coldness, and fight every step of the way. But when those clear eyes are stained with a different color, who can tolerate it, and who can have sharp eyes?
He, he, he. What kind of sparks will three different men collide with in the world's strife?
Is it to abandon the mortal world and stand alone in the world, or is it full of prosperity?
Just because of him.
When all the dust settles, I look back and smile, disappearing the flowers. Who joins hands to watch the city together?
That smile is not in this world