Fragmented Iceberg

The goddess of light has descended from the sky for thousands of years to create the world and eliminate the evil beasts. Ancient Eolon was extinct, and Pibel was a slave. Merlant fled into darkness, and Chanlanerya ruled. Empires of all kinds stood firm, and from then on the light shone on the world. Pavilions and pavilions rise from the ground, and the royal city and gardens stand tall. Jiji Guya is hidden in the deep forest, and the Tiya family is hiding in the mountains. Dwarfs leap from the volcanic lava, and giants appear in the desert desert. There are temples in the ice and snow mountains, and the golden palace and the silver pavilion are as beautiful as the moon. The country of wind and cloud floats in the sky, and there are ancient castles and caves on the cliffs. The colorful flowers make shadows, and the gentle breeze caresses the grassland. The mirage in the abyss is hidden in the blue sky, and the twelve purple stars predict the future. The verdant roof of the Zhulou is covered with gold foil, and the gauze green pillows are decorated with neon feathers. The silver moon strings are singing and the figures are dancing, and the smoke is curling up and the sound of the flute is lingering. The banquet is filled with pearls and floating wine cups, and the wine is fragrant with jade dew. Thousands of years of time are like running water, waving away the youthful elegance. Day and night, my face is full of smiles, the world is better than the Palace of Eternal Life. Merland came with great movement, and the drums beat loudly. The people of the world are still happy with the prosperity, saying that the orchid is invincible. Drunk every night, slaves sing and dance in front of the palace. Everything is just a dream in the end, looking back and sighing for eternal sorrow. The ink-stained deep sky is as thick as miasma, and rolling clouds of sadness are floating around. Birds and beasts fled and howled everywhere, swords, spears, swords and fire were like hell. The heaven and earth are churning with blood like the sea, and the vengeful flame soul kills the gods. The palace collapsed, the glass shattered, and Xiaoxiao cried and turned into ashes. Yesterday's temple is now deserted, yesterday's laughter is now withered. Don't look at the golden lining of prosperity, prosperity is all brittle glass. God's will does not allow prosperity to remain, and once a great dream comes to an end, it will last for several lifetimes. The orchids of humanity will flourish forever, but I can't live in the dream of yellow beams. Everything will eventually perish, and everything will be miserable and miserable. Finally got one: Fragmented Binghua Ten thousand years ago, the goddess of light came to the world, holding an orchid scepter and wearing a thin coat of ice and snow, splitting the heaven and earth, cutting off evil, ascending to the temple, and letting light shine on the world. After those ten thousand years have passed, the original owner will return to the world. Wearing the clothes of revenge, stepping on the rapid drum beats, trampling on the ferocious soil in all directions, provoking endless wars, spreading blood across the red sky, and covering the cold soil with corpses. Concept: This is a prosperous world, this is an era of luxury.