In a world of great competition, human life is like grass, and at the end of the dynasty, beacon fires are everywhere.

The heroes are divided, and the catastrophe has continued for years. The prosperous world is once a hundred miles without people, and there is no rooster in a thousand miles.

And above this chaotic world, beyond the earthly world, there are those who have passed away and are about to return.

They are either legends or myths…

In this great world, in a small border town, Yang Prison raised his head and saw dark clouds rolling in and a torrential rain coming.

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There are old books “Projection of the Heavens” and “Dao Ji”, and friends who like it can go and read.

The rivers and lakes carry wine with swords, the waist is slender and the palm is light.

The young man carried a long knife on his shoulder, and hung wine on his waist, striding forward, but the rivers and lakes in his heart were vaguely visible.

Turning a page in the book of troubled times, the rivers and lakes have been raining nightly for decades.

Looking back suddenly, the world has been shattered.