Maybe you are walking by such a person. He walked hurriedly, his face was blurred, and disappeared into the vast crowd as soon as he crossed. But somewhere in the night, he rose to the sky from the corner of a dark alley, looking down on all living beings. Maybe Your feet are stepping on solid ground. It is thick and peaceful, weathered by wind and rain, and it has been a fertile soil for life and labor since ancient times. But under the darkness, there is a huge pulse of blood, and when the moment comes, it will erupt the breath of destruction . Immortal kings of the ancient times will come to an end.