A Hundred Years Later

The world is a hastily created fake with less than a hundred years left to live. Sects are fighting, gangs are running rampant, foreign gods are invading, the hometown is awakening, and there are internal and external troubles. In the shadow of the spell, there is thick smoke from the steam engine. Li Bei, who had lost his memory, woke up in a garbage dump with only a black ball in his hand and a group of beggars around him. "I remember that there was no such thing as monks where I lived. More importantly, the Tang Dynasty should have died long ago!"