Sunset

The storm brings a whirlpool that only belongs to one person, The ancient totem imprinted on the body speaks the whisper of the underworld. The lone wolf in the moonlight in the wilderness, the king of the mountains standing proudly in the Gobi; The setting sun Kunpeng flying in the sea of clouds, the chaotic sea spirit swimming in the ocean... Who can touch the extraordinary in the setting sun and the wave of magic? Who is screaming in the mist of the past and darkness? I woke up from the underworld, opened my eyes and looked at the bizarre world: the mystery was entangled with the strange, and the brightness shone with light. This was the journey of a person who left his hometown.