When the leaden clouds tore apart, humans saw tombstones deep in the starry sky.
——Those are the embers of the Xi Yao Empire, wrapped in the remains of the ninth-level civilization, falling towards the East China Sea in 2040.
Guo Lin heard his heartbeat in the rain of meteorites.
Half of it is the mechanical rhythm pulsating in the amethyst meteorite core, coldly telling the end of the world four years later;
The other half comes from the center of the earth. Pangu's giant core trembles in the seal, awakening the sleeping dragon's roar in the blood of the Yellow River.
"Returning to the ruins is not the end." Zhi Nao Zhu Long whispered in his head, and the Queen's profile disappeared in the data stream.
Her fingertips once touched the eternal throne, but she burned the last fire into the Chinese mountains and rivers——
So when the demonic vines spawned by the virus grew wildly on the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway, the golden patterns of the Nine Transformations Xuan Gong were spreading in his bone marrow;
When New York turned into pus and blood under the Zerg nest, the flying goddess of Dunhuang opened her quantum pupils.
The high-dimensional hunters tore apart the seal of the solar system, thinking that what they captured would be ignorant lambs.
They are invisible:
On the top of Mount Tai, Fuxi's hexagrams are reorganized in the clouds.
The genetic chains of the 100,000 warriors on the Underground Great Wall are being engraved with the Zhurong divine pattern.
Until Guo Lin stood in Kunlun Ruins and lit up the stars in the sky,
The broken Donghuang Bell rang throughout the Orion Arm——
"Watch it, universe."
He held the core of the candle dragon and the Xuan Gong Tao Seed in his palms. The dragon veins behind him turned into a starship, and the black armor reflected the ancient world.
"This is written by humans to Guixu...
The first letter of challenge. "
