The rolling mortal world, three thousand worlds, a hundred years of time flicked by, but left behind many ups and downs, love and hatred... The palaces are dense, and there are many towers. The person who searched and searched, dressed in white, could not withstand the torrent of time, and his youth grew old and was mixed with the numerous past events. Right and wrong, success and failure turn away in vain, ask who is the hero, sing long songs and eulogize...