Emperor of the Ancient Wilderness
After writing for too long, I had the luxury of fantasizing, discovering, and sketching a story about a land, a people, and an indomitable will. In the story, There is such a land, which has been eternal, and has never faded after vicissitudes; There is such a race, which changes from generation to generation, and never stops shedding blood; There is such an attachment, regardless of success or failure, rolling with an endless will. is a great wilderness, buried with red memories, eons of swords and wind and thunder From the northern desert, from the southern wasteland, from the vast blue waves of the East China Sea--- tide surges, to kill and stop Ge. Fight for the tribe, fight for survival, for the continuation of the bloodline, and that glimmer of life. battles! War! War! Fight and die- Qingshan is still Qingshan~~ The southern wasteland where Qingshan is buried, the boy pushes open the five heavenly gates in his body with all his strength, the vast wilderness aura surges in, and the grand picture scroll slowly stretches open-- Canggu, it came into being.