When human beings were first born in this world, the world was full of crises and ferocious beasts were rampant. Human beings were starved of food and struggled to save lives. Looking at the dwindling food, more and more people gave up their struggle and prayed to God. Maybe God would drop the curtain, the bad weather would decrease, and the ferocious beasts would return to the mountains and forests. At the same time, there were more temples at the foot of the mountain. After thousands of years, it condensed into a powerful country, the Jinwu Dynasty. After the establishment of the Jinwu Dynasty, it was divided into twelve states, each with its own unique style. In this largest state, there is the most magnificent palace, and inside it is the emperor who controls the world. Three hundred years have passed, and the world has gradually become unstable. The sleeping dead trees in the sacred mountain at the foot of the imperial city gradually wake up, and new branches stretch out from the ground, hoping to shake the bricks and tiles of the imperial city.
Concept: Maybe they existed, maybe they are just mortal imagination. There are no traces of them in the wind, but they remain in people's hearts.
