On the eve of the advent of the old days, countless allusion fragments began to invade the plane. The protagonist Yang Xuan accidentally broke into one of the fragments and met another kind of people in this world-the Illuminati.
Each of them has their own different abilities.
Firebending with bare hands? Mind control? Hypnotic possession?
All kinds of amazing abilities emerge like a tide, and behind the thick writing, there seems to be a greater conspiracy hidden.
The roar of machinery collides with the behemoths of the past,
A gambler who puts all his money on his own death.
It all points to the same anchor...
Sister Qing Leng kicked Yang Xuan over, stuck the Tang knife in his ear, and narrowed her eyes dangerously.
"Aren't you angry?"
Yang Xuan looked at the cold light on the sword, swallowed, and replied weakly:
"Sister! I am really a good citizen..."
The old king is about to die and a new king ascends the throne. The twelve seeds, with twelve different hopes, compete for the supreme authority.
Yang Xuan stood on the top of the high cliff made of corpses, with the cracked red scorched earth beneath his feet. His eyes looked towards the sky, where the eternal burning wheel——
Rising sun!
