Yuanjing Dream Record

Yuanjing is bustling with heroes and young people. During Boya's childhood, he was in his prime and flourishing, wielding a sword in the end of the world. It was a dream in Hongmeng, but now it is hard to be an old friend again. The vast sea of ​​Wushan Mountain and the blue water of Huangquan are my thoughts for the rest of my life. The court is turbulent and the rivers and lakes are turbulent. There was an endless rain of sorrow in Yuanjing City, and there was no telling how much greed and stubbornness was hidden under the pink and purple cherry trees and begonias. Ancient nursery rhymes awaken souls that have been sleeping for thousands of years, unsolvable prophecies are born from the mouth of the dying, and the big hand of fate laughs at the ants who overestimate their capabilities. Desire for power, jealousy, unwillingness, the poisonous weeds in his heart sprouted and grew, turning the simple faces into unrecognizable faces. Wars, invasions, killings, and the ruler's games ignited the Kyushu, and the ugliness under the surging clouds gradually surfaced. A drop of cold rain fell on the young man's thin shoulder, and the towering Imperial Palace gradually blurred behind him, turning into a prison sealed in the mist and rain. He has no intention of being entangled with monsters and monsters. He has his own secrets to explore. What he is going to take is a journey destined to no return.