At the end of the ancient era, the way of heaven was unkind, the heroes rose together, all races stood in a forest, the troubled times were strife, all beings were like ants, sacred as grass mustard, and the sky was like a tomb. A little bit walked out of the depths of the endless wilderness, fought the sky with a seven-foot body, and climbed to the top of the avenue with a three-foot green blade in his hand, cutting out a vast world. Futu is alive, the bloody battle is in the sky, the heaven and the earth are at their disposal, and the nine shades follow them. "I didn't see the gods three feet above my head, just because the weapon in my hand can be sealed...... Sky!