All magic stirs up immortals to fight, and all the treasures set off a group of demons to dance. Impermanence kills immortals, but their souls are cut off by fate. Recalling the past, we once danced together under the moonlight with swords... But fate pushed you and me to the opposite side. After the vicissitudes of life, you and I draw our swords and face each other, we are strangers, and we regard death as home. Is it money, power, eternal life, or love and hatred that controls you and me. For you, I fell into an eternal reincarnation, and the past turned into an eternal nightmare. Killing the enemy, thinking about the beauty, life is like a dream, a flash in the pan, a thousand years of time passed by someone's fingertips. Tears have been shed for thousands of kalpas, guarding the mind, seizing fortune, going through reincarnation, life and death, love and hatred, and the reincarnation of all worlds. The horn of war has sounded quietly. The war has broken away from the shackles of time and space, crossing the ancient times and reaching the modern civilized world. Here is a song of ice and fire, a blend of love and hate, a different world, bringing you different excitement.