"The Great Sage has great mercy, great compassion and great wishes."
When Jiang Ke woke up from the huge mausoleum, these words were engraved on the coffin where she lay.
Even if she is dressed as the female supporting character in a fantasy romance, she is the most mysterious one. If some are the white lotus in the sky, some are the fresh green tea, and some are the enchanting snakes and scorpions, then she is the sum of all mysteries, like the abyss, like ghosts and gods, connected to the indescribable ancient times.
Walking out of the ancient tomb, she crawled in the dust and saw the glorious imperial dynasty. This is the greatest era. The glory of the gods of the ancient era has never shined, and the chaotic era where people were flying in the rain of blood has long gone. This is the "Era of the Lord" where the emperor wields a sword in the sky and rules.
After seven hundred years of burning fire, the imperial dynasty named "Zhao" stands tall above all living beings. It is a towering tower that is most likely to fall when it is the highest. However, this is not such a cruel era. The stars in the sky have not yet opened their eyes. The huge shadows of the ancient gods are still swaying on the flaming page of history. The pioneers are still just children, although they will one day be burned to death in the fire of sacrifice. On that day, their blood will be drained, their shouts will be exhausted, and the dead will appear in the world, and their scorched bones will pave a road to the sky for him.
Is this really a novel? In other words, fiction or reality, which one is more real?
"The number of transformations in ten directions, the number of sands in the Ganges". Who is that huge shadow behind all history? Who is it? Who is it! Who is it!
What is the truth of all the worlds...?
"The imperial dynasty has spanned seven hundred years and countless eras. Do you want to know the truth about the world?" Someone sighed, stretched out a hand and pointed upward, "It is at the highest level you can imagine."
Intention: The three realms are uneasy, like a house on fire