In the Canglang Continent, there are no living beings for eight thousand miles, and only the souls of the dead who have never fulfilled their long-cherished wishes come here.
She was once such a proud god, but she was exiled here to atone for her sins.
After a hundred thousand years, she thought that she was used to seeing good times fade away, so she no longer had any feelings.
What about the ancient gods? Despite everything in the past, one word of love cannot be escaped.
But it turns out that she is just an idiot.
Intention: The sadness of people in the world is never the same. Everyone has his own suffering and his own destiny.
