I looked up at the sky, and saw a thick black cloud, covering the sky and the sun. I didn't know which demon would come to this world, or another dynasty would change and bring about a catastrophe.
However, what does this have to do with me? I don't know what I am, and I don't know how long I have survived. I seem to be an omission that the creator of this world has forgotten to make rules. The clouds and rains, heaven and earth, omnipotent, all things are only within the palm of my hand. The pretentious monks and Taoists in the fairy world are just a joke to me. The so-called gods are also my juniors. When I had spiritual consciousness, the world was still chaos, and the female snail was just an egg.
After several changes in the situation, fate arises and ends. It turns out that there is only a thin line between a loved one and an old enemy, and it is difficult to choose no matter what.