Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons cycle, everything on the earth seems to have not changed, but they have undergone subtle changes in a subtle way. The only thing that remains unchanged is the sun that rises in the east and sets in the west every day...
In the Qiyuan Era, the final era of the Cangyang Realm, after thousands of years of wind, rain, snow and frost, we still cannot see through the fog ahead.
Cangyang Realm, a struggling world. Eight reincarnations and eight annihilations have already shattered this world.
Above the nine heavens stands a magnificent palace, with countless stone pillars standing in the sky. If you look carefully, you can see that there are , , , Qilin, etc. Engraved on it; the palace is surrounded by clouds and mist, flying eaves arch bridges, and white jade stairs are winding and crisscrossing like earthworms, connecting the differences together.
But in the huge palace complex, there is no trace of human presence at this time.
Looking around, there is nothing. Walking in the clouds, pushing aside the white mist, a stone step made of emerald appears under my feet.
Walking along the emerald stone steps, the scenery around you flashes by like a white horse passing by.
Under the stars and the bright moon, a palace exuding a heart-stopping atmosphere came into view.
It is splendid and majestic, and the palaces around it surround it in a special orientation, like stars over the moon.
I saw eight statues carved in the temple, with different and lifelike expressions. And sitting on the throne in the palace, there is a person: blue-eyed blond hair, clear facial features, wearing a brocade robe, with a three-foot green blade at the waist...
"In the end, it's still a bit worse."
"Hey, how can we save this world?"
Intention: reincarnation, break free from shackles, save the world.