When the glass door of the convenience store cracked and twisted into a whirlpool, when the bronze chain dragged the skull onto the asphalt road, and when the vision in the news changed from "ancient ship in West Lake" to "snowy rainforest", Chen Mo knew that the world was crazy.
The cola in the refrigerator has condensed into ice, freezing extinct placoderms; the sign of the milk tea shop sprouts blood-stained spears; the ancient gilded characters "The rift has opened, and all realms flow back" appear on the fire ax - this is not science fiction, but the "fusion of all realms" that has come true.
From the alleys of the streets to the deep space of the universe, from modern cities to ancient secret realms, fragments of different time and space, rules, and civilizations are being forcibly spliced together. The game of survival has just begun.
