Legend has it that there is a glazed fairy palace in the void, in which lives an ancient god who has been sleeping all year round.
No one knows the true gender of this ancient god, because those who have seen him are either dead or have become soulless puppets.
There are three thousand worlds with all kinds of living beings.
Whenever there are people in the story who are happily together, there is always a group of sacrificed cannon fodder that sadly exits. Their lives seem to be destined to be dedicated to others.
One of the favorite things of the ancient gods is to play different cannon fodder in various worlds, and then counterattack on their behalf.
Intention: There are three thousand avenues, different paths leading to the same destination.
[Jinghong Tang] I Was a Princess in Zhenguan
One Sword Breaks the Sky