When Bie Feixue wrote these two lines of poetry on the wall of her palace, it seemed that the bloodshed, love, hatred, and sorrow that would take place on Yulong Continent six hundred years later were destined. Those who are burdened with the heavy shackles of fate have inevitably been involved in this endless whirlpool since they were born. In the vast universe, the stars are changing, and even after thousands of years of wind and frost, those whose fates are destined to be entangled will eventually meet. There is no right or wrong, no good or evil, everything is just a little bit of dust scattered by the Buddha. Wherever the wind passes, everything turns into nothingness...