As Soon as I Entered the Sect, I Heard from the Elders.

In the 60 million years of Nirvana, the old gods have gone away and all races have been divided. A sixteen-year-old wandering boy came from the wasteland of Ashland. His left eye hides the night and his right eye carries the setting sun. He has lost his memory, is lonely, and has nothing, but he is invincible in the world. A strong person in the Tribulation Realm? Kneel down with one punch. The emergence of ancient ruins? Push it casually. While others are fighting for power, he only sees beautiful things or objects. Along the way, humans, demons, demons, ghosts, heirs, mirages... Are all part of the scenery.