Krishna

Once upon a time, there was an ancient mountain in the Xuanxuan sky, standing tall in the human world. It is said that there are gods enshrined on the mountain, who breathe out rays of light day and night to protect the world. But suddenly one day, the ancient mountain began to dim, the mountain began to become fragile, and collapsed everywhere. Endless chaos gradually began to occur in the human world. The color of the rivers and lakes turned bright red, corpses were everywhere, and mountain spirits and ghosts began to appear one after another, trying to carve up the disintegrated six-path human world. The dignitaries in the dynasty who are protected by the sacred mountain still drink and have fun every day without caring about this world. There are people who cannot see the way of the world, the old Confucian scholar who cannot open his eyes, the chivalrous swordsman... The six realms of heaven and earth began unknown when, filled with gray mist that could not be seen by ordinary people, encroaching on these six realms. And at this time. In a dilapidated temple far away in the far east, the incomplete statue of the god was covered with dust, and dense spider webs wrapped the remains of the statue. There were waves of ethereal sounds coming from the darkness, with a hint of magic. "This is the world you protect..."