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Original title: "Behind Me is the Player" Immortals, gods and demons will live forever. The high-ranking and happy people finally ushered in unprecedented changes in ancient and modern times. A group of outsiders who call themselves players are like a splash of ink spilled into the clear water that has been silent for many years. They did not respect gods or worship Buddha. They called themselves brothers with demons and ghosts, laughed and cursed with emperors, and were lawless and disorderly.

The emperor is fighting for the dragon, the underworld is in chaos, and the monks are looking forward to eternal life. I heard that there was an immortal who took the clouds to make wine, and held hands to ladle it into the vast lake thousands of miles away; There was an ancient god who refused to accept the disaster and recommended the stars to repair the great sun; There are Confucian scholars who wield their swords and sing songs, and their mortal bodies slay demons; Some people seek enlightenment and seek immortality, while others are obsessed with grudges... -- Firewood and rice are trivial for two or three months, but decades have passed in the dream. The world is turbid, hate and love sing together. It is said that one day in heaven is one year on earth. When you wake up and fall asleep, players one after another come to this world disguised as a game. What kind of waves can they stir up in the vast world?