Thousands of years ago, on Xianyin Mountain, the wind and clouds were surging
In the battle between gods and demons, both sides suffer, and the three realms remain as usual
The way of heaven turns around, conditions arise and conditions perish, it's all about the laws of nature
The world is like silk, going round and round, just for the pain of love
It would be better to lie down on Tutu Island and watch the auspicious clouds gather and disperse, the sky collapse and the earth fall apart, and smile like an ordinary person.
You can make it up without reading the introduction.