On the first day of the global live broadcast of binding system light points, I excitedly imagined the peak of my life with millions of fans;
When the dungeon opened, I rushed in excitedly, but was brutally killed by a mysterious organization;
In order to survive, I endured the humiliation and joined, but found that this group of "terrorists" had zero followers per person, but their combat power was at a ceiling;
Until I quietly picked up the secret refining code left behind in the first copy, and heard the cry of the will of the world——
"They... Were the last guardians..."
Looking back, the billion-level attention on my live broadcast interface has skyrocketed, and it has begun to automatically transform uncontrollably... Immortal power?
