The Counterattack of a Prehistoric Grass

There is no fragrance of flowers and no height of trees. I am just a grass that no one knows. What shouldn't be wrong is "Since the creation of the world in Pangu, the pure and turbid air has divided into three realms, the lich and demons have fought for hegemony and stained the galaxy with blood, and the saints have played chess pieces on all living beings... This is a prehistoric world where gods and demons coexist and laws are exposed, and every living being is fighting to 'prove the eternity of the Tao'!"