Once upon a time there was a mountain called Wuling, which stood at the junction of the three realms. There is a forest on the mountain, and there is a god in the forest. The immortal has never been out, has no name, and does not need a name. He only spends his time with plants and trees, and no one will call him by his name. Unexpectedly, a great war came that year. The gods went into battle in armor, but no one survived, leaving behind a group of ungrown little gods. The man from Wuling Mountain raised a group of little gods in his own forest, becoming both his teacher and his father. He never spoke much. No one knew what happened outside the mountains and forests that year. The gods only remembered that on a snowy night, a barefoot immortal in white, holding a lamp, led them to the forest. Let them stay away from killing and grow up safely and smoothly. When the gods grew up, they wanted to avenge his father, brothers and sisters, but no threats or inducements could make him speak. The Emperor of Heaven was furious and made Wuling Mountain a forbidden area on the day he ascended the throne. From then on, he was alone again. That fairy friend didn't have a name, so he took his mountain as his name. He was called Wuling.
Concept: Sometimes the truth is cruel and it is rare to be confused