Floating islands formed from fragments of worlds, and gray mist condensed from distortion and chaos.
When the world Xia Wu lived in inexplicably collapsed, everyone fell into an endless abyss of mist made up of floating islands and gray fog.
The survivors, each carrying a partially corrupted, incomplete System, faced this perilous alien realm.
They should have been caught between order and chaos, beset by treacherous “people” with hidden agendas and the interference of whispers.
As the light gradually dimmed, they struggled to survive, relying on their floating islands and talents to seize supplies from the twisted, corrupted fog, explore the world, and fend off monsters.
But everything changed when the first wisp of mist was born in the hands of Xia Wu, a transmigrator who had awakened a talent for creating and absolutely controlling fog, as his life force ebbed away.
“Water mist is mist, and clouds are mist too...”
As he traded and cooperated with the other survivors, Xia Wu kept developing his talent, controlling the fog’s components and forms. Muttering to himself, he drew the mist protectively before him...
Before long, when deep gray fog once again surged from the abyss and the heavens, carrying chaos and twisted things with it,
a white realm of mist, in which all things drifted, rose into towering waves at his command. Sweeping forward into the deep gray fog, it cleansed the discord and carried all living beings along with it.
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