Doujia Galaxy

It was a cold winter in the seventh year of Jiajing. Outside Qinglong Port, Zhou Luo rode his horse across the river, shattering the void. But he didn't expect that he would be plunged into a strange and bizarre time and space. All previous perceptions were overturned, and everything became broken and unfamiliar. The world is like a giant top, and time and space are twisted into circles. The closest point between two points is no longer a straight line. If a shooter wants to hit the target, he must be close enough. It's close enough to hit with your fists, and it will make all sentient beings bow to you! This is the world in the middle of the river. It is never reasonable, but it exists reasonably. There is hesitation and confusion, but a true warrior never flinches. He is Zhou Luo, and he vows to pursue the strongest color in life and reach the top! Mr. Yangming said - This heart is so bright, what else can I say! Zhou Luo said - This is what a man should do!