In the vast void of time and space, planes as dense as stars are intertwined and connected. They are like the tree of life rooted in nothingness, constantly absorbing nutrients and breeding the creatures within.
As a native, Chaosishan finally made up his mind to resist after his family was destroyed by the missionaries who came from time-travel.
If you don't have it, create it; if you don't have it, just integrate it. Survive in the cracks and shine in the darkness. Chaosishan suddenly realized that he was holding a map leading to the top of the mountain, and vaguely flashing on it was a road that required all his efforts.
In a word -
The story of a thousand-year-old boss (emphasis added) who constantly travels to thousands of planes to intercept "plug-ins" and become stronger.
Quick to wear, cool writing, scumbag abuse, no cp, whether it's mental or physical.
I recommend all the little angels to read my old article "The Brother's Soul-Nursing Notes from Quick Travel", which tells the story of the soul-nurturing lamp →_→