Dao Wenlu

There are thousands of races, and the human race is just born. Without the talent of blood, will it be destined to perish? "Fire, look, it's fire" When all races fear fire, humans flock to it. The mountains and rivers change at will, and the wind and thunder from all directions occur at the thought of it. All things in the world are born in the palm of your hand, and the sky and the earth are silent in one stroke.