She was originally a stone-hearted peony flower that grew under the throne of the Queen Mother of the West two hundred years ago. After hundreds of years of incense worship and sincerity, she cultivated into a human form and was given numerous names. She was neither alive nor dead, immortal and charming.
He has great divine power, can control the shape of all things, knows the past of all living beings, and walks around the world by walking around the lonely soul.
Under the gods, all are inferior gods. She is the sword, the Tower of Babel, a god on earth, and a servant in heaven.
In modern times, she and three other female friends became close friends, and the stories were like clouds and mist. They peeled back the layers, hoping to reach the heavens.
Intention: I thought I was God, but in fact I was just its servant.
