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The music is as pure as snowflakes, melting on the ground. Disappeared together were the vague memories of that year. Meet the flowers that bloom in summer, but we can't see the fragrance of the blooming flowers, leaving only faint traces of snow on the grass...

If there is calamity in heaven and earth, there must be people who will bear the calamity! In the Three Desolations and Six Realms, chaos is beginning to emerge, and no one is spared from the calamity. The story will begin in a small town. . .

You. . . Do you believe in fate? The hand that invisibly fiddles with the silk thread, if you don't believe it. How about we go on a adventure together? Regardless of victory or defeat.