I am the pear blossom wrapped in ice and snow in full bloom on the holy mountain, waiting for the return of the person in my heart who has long gone away; I am also the Holy Princess who has been on a mission since she was born. It is also my duty to save all living beings and benefit the world; I am the feather floating in the gurgling stream, carrying hope and disappointment into the distance. There is a period in the legend that is an age of heroes and an age of war. It has mythical beasts and birds, exotic flowers and plants, and the descendants of Shennong Yan and Huang. It also has three emperors competing for the throne, killings from the north and the south, and the Battle of Binqiu... This is a legend left by the people of the past, and it is also a vague imprint that may or may not exist - the late antiquity.