Mortal dust is disturbed, ten thousand years cast a dream. A war ten thousand years ago, the heaven and earth crumbled, immortal disaster; ten thousand years later, a war, the royal road of civil unrest, nine dragons to take the first, humanism is "the dragon born nine sons, ten sons will be chaos". The chaos of the world, all the ages are empty; clanking iron bones, try to compete with the sky. Even if the bones die, it is not a lifetime of blood. God's sword in hand, see how I kill the sky!