The flowing clouds leave no trace, and life is like a dream.
When I wake up from the dream, the glitz and glamor finally dissipates, and the smoke and clouds of the past turn into rain.
In the end, everything is desolate, just like a dream.
That man came from the abyss, wearing a bloody robe, which was as strange as the abyss behind him.
The blood from the fingertips dripped onto the pure black scorched earth, and bloody flowers bloomed.
The man's pace was leisurely and he seemed not to care about anything, but in fact he was calculating every step.
That person has walked through the abyss, across the sea, across the stars, and across the world. Luohong bloomed and fell, floating clouds dispersed and gathered again. He passed through the stars, passed through the changes of the sun and the moon, he passed by countless people, and those people turned into shadows, dead branches, and soil behind him. He looked into the distance, far beyond the bounds of time.
The man just walked like this, waiting for an opportunity.
Until one day, when the sea wandered into the sky, the man stopped.
The man turned around and walked into a vermilion pavilion.
Some traces gradually appeared on the originally empty wooden plaque of the pavilion.
Fusheng Mansion.
Intention: The past is gone, the future is promising, look to the present, act on it and cherish it