In the twilight world, a huge conspiracy curtain.
Is it the whispers of gods, the Wing Clan, Sha Luo, dragons, and Buddha spirits; or the roar of demons, the Demon Gate, and the Earth Flame; or is it the struggle of humans to survive, such as Qinglong, Xuanwu, Suzaku, and White Tiger.
Cause and effect are written heavily, and the wheel of life turns.
The love and hatred of the previous life.
I had known that Feng Luan would sacrifice himself in the fire to wash away the sins of the world, but he would not be reborn.
His destiny was returned to God and to the Emperor, but he lost the one he loved most.
Love and hate in this life.
With her slender eyebrows and Fan Yue, her bun is tipped to be drunk by the wind, she is the goddess of the Wing Clan, the last true god.
A filthy creature born from Nirvana in hell, but no one dares to question that he is God.
The gentleman who speaks of words is deeply in love and will not live long and his wisdom will hurt himself. The master of the blue dragon is cold and cold in the high place.
Huicheng plays a song and is nostalgic, waiting for her return year after year, the common prince of Baihu and Xuanwu.
Wearing a red robe, red as dead fire, dim fire. The holy wizard who dedicated his life to the Wing Clan lost his young lover.
Endless reincarnation, everyone will leave a deep mark in the twilight world, waiting for you to unveil it...