A man has been working as a seducer in the Beiyin underworld for a hundred thousand years, and he is confused and doesn't know why he is here.
One tried his best to be reborn in the ninth heaven, and when he returned, he was still the ancient god of war and was famous everywhere.
One hundred thousand years ago, there was a battle between gods and demons, and blood rained on the Bahuang land for seven days and seven nights. Along with the blood, there was also the memory of the sea of clouds surging with blood.
One hundred thousand years later, separation has turned into separation, but they have completely forgotten each other. Should I be grateful that this person is still alive, or should I complain that you are no longer a stranger?
I will go through these three lifetimes of calamity with you.
However, when I stand in the ninth heaven again, will you still remember me?