On a day when the sky is falling, on the battlefield of perishing demons, good and evil are ferocious, and a group of tyrants are fighting in chaos. A young man with snowy hair and red clothes sits on a cloud platform, makes a cup with his head, brews wine with blood, and writes a strange stele! The young man is not far away, a peerless beauty in white clothes Shengxue, a plain qin, cold and lonely... Qingtian...