[Urban high martial arts + non-brainless cool writing + non-invincible + group portrait + slow pace]
The world about to be destroyed ushered in a revival of spiritual energy, and the sequence of awakening broke the false peace.
People, gods, and ghosts are fighting each other, and fog is everywhere on the battlefield.
I can't see clearly in the dark night, nor can I see the human heart clearly.
The new world is built on the old soil.
An alien survives in the cracks.
