Shushan Rebellion

A history of immortals and chivalrous people is full of vicissitudes of human life. Whose love and hate can be cut off by a long sword? Between time and space, who said that he was the Lord of the Earth in his destiny and was born to save the people of the earth, and who said that he had mediocre qualifications and could not cultivate any immortality? Monsters are not monsters, humans are not humans, I sigh every night, whose love makes whose hate, obsessions are all entanglements. You can't love, you can't hate, you can't accept good, you can't do evil, so why not bury the sword and become a devil from now on?