I'm not really the number one player
The universe is vast, and human beings have longed for the starry sky since ancient times. Unfortunately, all living beings must grow and die according to the four seasons and five elements.
The ancients said: The pole of things must be reversed, otherwise the pole will come. When the tide of the universe rises again, the extraordinary is vigorous, countless worlds are revived, and the evolutionary battlefield game descends on the blue star, where should everything go?
In the world of the gods, the gods rose from their slumber and wanted to regain their former majesty. Dark Star, the Bloods and Werewolves are engaged in an eternal battle, all wanting to become the sole rulers of the central planet.
The Interstellar Federation, the endless Zerg engulfing the fleet, and the White Emperor activating the phase weapon, just to continue the flame of civilization.
In the mysterious world, the source of all things looked at the creatures that had picked up their own extraordinary crumbs and embarked on the path of evolution, and calmly opened their mouths.
Zixing looks at the night, and the stars are rotten. Mu Yun walked among the stars, just to strike before others beat him to death.