Ten thousand years after the war of gods. Darkness is like a huge curtain, covering the hope of light under the endless night. The high gods stand in the clouds, playing with the so-called light and justice, right and wrong, but never show mercy to the world. Evil quietly grows in the night, ready to swallow up the only remaining light at any time... Shu Yan is reborn. In this hypocritical world, who can find that faint light? (Douluo Dalu 2 fan fiction, multiple female protagonists, daily style, genius style)