Why did the three realms of heaven, earth and man become so overnight...
The breaking of the door of death, the arrival of thousands of ghosts, the birth of thousands of demons... One after another, one after another, the secret of the holy wind, the legendary prophecy, the ancient stories... Will unfold in turn, Feiling Crane, Ten Thousand Demon Pearls, Xiaoyao Sword, Dream Star Chain... Will appear one by one.
The secrets from thousands of years ago, the curse that destroyed the world, the whispers swaying in the wind... The strange holy wind school, the boy who is hard to distinguish between good and evil, the blood-stained purple sunset... The cold zombies, the enchanting purple raccoon, the innocent boy, the master who came out of the world... Mysteries, strands of silk threads, intertwined to weave an endless lost...
The young man's impulsiveness, confusion, and strength... Left indelible traces in the wind.
Everything will eventually end, everything will disappear, everything will eventually become clear...
Only a wisp of wind is left singing softly:
"On a cold starry night, in the bright moon, the crystal drops turn into flying snow.
Neon clothes, dreamy songs, wisps of purple smoke dancing in it..."