For some reason, Pegasus Yakou traveled to the world of Yu-Gi-Oh and became a card issuance consultant for the International Illusion Society. Use the development ideas of the previous life Yu-Gi-Oh to pave the way for the development of duel monster cards in this world. The matter of rarity is left to different rarities. As a consultant for fair card battle games, I must try my best to ensure that everyone has something to read and everyone has something to play. what? Darzi, the name of the card you use is Oriha Gang's enchantment? It seems that our company has never issued such a card, right? Use DIY cards to play against each other. As a referee, I will now give you an overall verdict. If you have any objections to the ruling, you are welcome to come to the International Illusion Society Referee Management Office during working hours to complain to me.

Traveling back to the Northern Song Dynasty, he became Wu Song, and from then on he unfolded a magnificent fairy tale landscape.

One hundred and eight demons reincarnated and caused chaos;

The spirit of the true dragon is torn apart, and the Song and Yuan Dynasties are fighting;

The Xianmen and the Hiddenmen appeared one after another to control the court;

Confucianism, Taoism, Law, and Buddhism are all yin and yang, and a hundred schools of thought contend:

Taoist priests who guard the dragon veins, demons who escape from control, monks who guard the destiny of the country, warlocks who kill invisible people, low-level sects, secret successors who control machine beasts, Meng Yuan warships sailing into the sea...

A different world of immortals and heroes...

Seek your own path, keep searching, and you'll find the way of humanity. Water and mountains may be crossed, but the path remains. May Heaven never grow old, and may my hometown forever be well. I see only green mountains, yet everywhere they are pierced by rain and wind. The road to my hometown seems endless. The Way of the Taoist, the Way of the Gods—I seek the way of humanity myself. Demons and monsters all claim to be good, but the winds howl and thunder roars, heaven and earth waile and ghosts cry. Why has the once beautiful land become a sea of ​​blood? The road to my hometown seems like a road of no return. I ask humanity, where can I find the Way? (Although this has been used before, I'll still use it to feel appropriate.)