Thousands of years of shaping the body, crushing the bones and raising ashes, but only the mind can never be shaped.
The body of chaos and even the most evil body can be slaughtered.
On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the passage of time is stagnant.
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, a drop of a millimeter at the snap of a finger.
There is no moon in the purple sky, and the imperial capital is stained with blood.
Who is afraid of being reviled by the world!
How can good and evil exist?
Who is the most beautiful person in the world, holding up a long sword and walking alone thousands of miles under the moonlight?
There will be no sorrow in this life, and the world will be in chaos!