Imperial Wheel

On the top of the stars, hundreds of thousands of saints are buried in Liangshan, and hundreds of millions of people are buried in Beiliang. In the vast Northern Wasteland, blood accumulates like a sea, and corpses pile up like mountains. A lonely king, like the true god of the eternal night, fights alone for eternity. In the rise of light and glory, he kills hundreds of millions of gods and demons with one sword. Thousands of monsters from the wild, bloodthirsty alien races, ancient totems, the eternity-spanning war document still needs to be written by oneself. An unfinished road, an unfinished hegemony and pride, across the years and reincarnations, in this life, the end of the Dharma era, and the difficult years, he still wants to create an eternal situation.