There is such a legend on the Aiyi continent that believes in the goddess Sogri:
The birth of the incarnation of the Goddess Sogli will obscure all the brilliance of the sun.
Coming quietly in the vast darkness
Difficult transformation in the stormy waves
Reborn from the ashes under the raging flames
I have loved and suffered pain. I have been going round and round, where is my destination?
Mo Dao said that the fleeting years are empty and broken branches, only the setting sun shines slantingly on the mountains and rivers.
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