The red star suddenly appeared and the three realms were in turmoil. Who can compete with the heroes of the apocalypse?
That heavy snow cannot cover up the chaos in the world. People who should meet will eventually walk together in the world hand in hand, and things that should happen will eventually roll past like a rut. We are just water droplets in the long river of history, and we are unable to change the direction of the river even if we splash into the sky; we are just like every cell of a social giant, jointly determining the course of civilization. There is such a group of people who look at the world with deep eyes and are not limited to a subjective perspective. They are destined to be the madmen of the times and the geniuses of history.
She entered the political arena of the God Clan, like a beam of flame, with the ambition to ignite the civilization of the three realms for thousands of years. He stepped into the abyss of the demon clan, like a sharp blade cutting through the sky disguised as numbness and indifference. They are not decent or great, they are just heroes.
Don't seek understanding, don't seek approval, just want to know.