Eternal Life Is Like a Prison

Eighty years ago, a decree came down, and the spirits, aliens, Dahuang Tutuo, and Xuanmen disappeared. Eighty years later, the blue sky above our heads is still there, but the afterglow of morning glory is no longer visible. The wind is blowing today, and the sky seems peaceful, but it has long been empty. Someone is holding a three-foot green front, which penetrates the clouds and penetrates the sky. Someone is carrying a spear and a silver snake, cutting through the nine ghosts, not knowing what is good and what is evil. Everyone knows that this world is inherently black and white, and it has long been like a prison.