One hundred thousand years ago, the three realms of immortals, humans, and demons were in constant war, and all life was in ruins. The Saint Ancestor of the Immortal Clan, with the power of one person, put an end to the melee between the three clans, established order for all living beings, and created a peaceful and prosperous age for future generations.
However, one hundred thousand years later, the storm started again. Conspiracies and betrayals, overt and secret struggles, are staged one by one in the heaven. When the hands are stained with blood, when the wind blows in the eyes, all the entangled love and hatred, all the unspeakable love and hatred, can the realm of Juechen remain untainted by the dust?
Lament the mockery of fate. In the end, we looked at each other speechlessly, wondering where we would go.
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