Dream Divine Comedy

Thousands of years ago, the fifth world faced a crisis of annihilation. The Seven Sages temporarily stored the power of balance in the underworld and planned to retrieve it a hundred years later. However, the dark energy was imbued with power and could no longer be separated. In order to seal the gap, the first-generation soul-suppressor died as a martyr. For thousands of years, every generation of soul-killers has been sent to the altar. She was written into history books and described as an artifact. Her name was chiseled away, leaving only the words "soul-killer". Someone stood in front of the twenty-seven nameless soul stones and read out their lost names word for word. Some people have waited for nine hundred years to step into the abyss, only for a trace of their soul. Someone stood in front of fate and said, "I don't agree." Someone opened the door and said, "Don't wait." Someone came from the human world, and after finding out the truth, he was reluctant to leave. It was New Year's Eve. She squatted in the snow under the old locust tree, her fingertips scorched black and the pages turned to gray. The truth drilled into her bones, but she raised her head and looked at the lighted window. "Wait a little longer." She waited for twelve months, waiting for Dusk Shadow's blade to catch up to the alley, waiting for someone to tear open the boundary of the world. He said: "Four people are better than one." Later she returned to the fifth world and walked into Storm City. In front of you is the truth that has not been tampered with for thousands of years. Behind you is a world that cannot be returned to. Twenty-seven generations of nameless people are waiting for her to read out their names. The thousand-year cycle of sacrifice is waiting for someone to cut it off with their own hands. This is not the story of one man saving the world. The four of them walked in together and held the door for each other. Someone tampered with the definition, and then someone changed it back word by word.