I have my story and you have yours.
The world is a collection, the intertwining of you and me.
Xiaomu is just the wind god who was demoted to the river of forgetfulness in hell. How can the dynasties of the human world change, and the steps of the thirty-three heavenly gods and humans be consistent in this troubled world. And he could save everyone, but he could not save him alone.
This is just a storybook urged by time.