The End of Fu Dao

The young man in black clothes looked at the three talismans fluttering in front of him. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he raised the corners of his lips: "The natural disaster is coming. Should I... Go down the mountain? This world will eventually become..." A thunderbolt streaked with blood across the turbid sky. The young man stood up and flicked a white light between his fingers. The chaotic clouds and mist in the mountain dispersed, revealing a stone road leading to an unknown place...