In the fantasy world, there is no fate between gold and jade, and it is difficult to decide between black and white. The souls of the dragon and the phoenix merge in half, and the purple frost condenses on the plateau. An Tu moved back to Qilian, and who could compete with him appeared in the sand mountain? When Xuanwu unites his heart and Jin Yu returns, how can the white tiger know the twins of ice and snow? Under the moonlight, the willows are drunk by the lake, and the mirror in front of the flowers is hard to round. Sacrifices to the spirits are scattered across the snowy areas in all directions, and the prosperous times return to the Yuan Dynasty and float in the blue mist.