Midsummer Twilight

Parallel world, devouring hell, upside down sun and moon, bloody blade... Waking up from a big dream, I don't know what is real and what is false. Is the fog in front of me a dream, an illusion, or simply a different state of mind? A broken bronze mirror has become a key to travel between reality and illusion, and I am not the only one who travels between it. Lian Shengxia touched the ancient objects in his pocket and looked up at the sky. The sun still shines, the climate is still hot, But I changed countless ones, A cruel, fragmented world where the weak prey on the strong, The minimum criterion has also become the maximum program: dignified, live on