Three hundred and twenty years ago, the Twelve Saints of Qingtian used their flesh and blood as sacrifices to tear apart the starry sky, dragging the broken mother star to escape from the clutches of the alien race.
After wandering in the star sea for three hundred years, the radiation storm turned the blue star into a furnace of all realms: the mechas roared among the immortals and demons, and the scales of giant beasts reflected the biochemical light.
A struggling young man in the wilderness, carrying a broken Guixu Jian, the silent fate of fate suddenly rotated.
He clutched the ancient broken blade tightly, with his silent companion behind him.
He fought his way out of the wasteland of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, crushed the throne, and finally aspired to the stars with his mortal body.
When he led the fleet like a torrent of steel to tear apart the ancient road in the starry sky, the light of the human race's ancestral star in front was as cold as the abyss.
On the other side of the ancestral land, is it the end of the journey home or the beginning of another bloody feast?
