Green mountains, white clouds, cattle grazing in the fields, children playing in the riverbank, what a beautiful idyllic scenery.
Under the old tree at the village entrance, a young man slowly woke up and looked around in confusion.
He didn't know why, but the familiar scenery gave him a strange feeling of unfamiliarity.
"What happened to me?"
The young man said softly, reaching out to touch his face.
His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life, and there was also the occasional trance and confusion, which was indeed out of place with his appearance.
Just now, under this old tree, the young man had a dream. The contents of the dream were mysterious and wonderful. It was not something he could understand at all. It was simply unbelievable.
The vast starry sky, the mountain-like figure, and the bloody battlefield.
In the universe, countless races were born and destroyed in the long river of time.
