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The path of all things always comes to one place. On the top of the mountain, filled with clouds and mist, a swordsman dressed in white with a cold and handsome expression lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were filled with disappointment, and there were corpses floating at his feet. He sighed softly, "I am the only one who can do the sword." In the starry sky, a warrior god wearing golden armor, holding a pitch-black Fangtian painted halberd, faced the rush of thousands of mechas, with waves like tides, and he stood upright with his sword in disdain. ... On the earth, Su Yun walked out of the room with picturesque eyes, looked up at the starry sky, as bright as the stars, smiled softly, the slanting wind was gentle, waving his embroidery, the light, wind and moon were shining, and slowly walked towards the distance under the eyes of countless people.

In the ancient war, the pillars of heaven were broken, and the world was in crisis of destruction. Ninety thousand years later, the Holy Spirit was born, stirring up trouble again. (Related to Journey to the West, but not just Journey to the West) Recommended works:

Ascending to the sky, descending into the unpredictable abyss. Only when you walk on the road, stop at three points, and do not fear in the face of danger can you travel thousands of miles.