The extreme cold is coming and the eternal night begins.
The global temperature plummeted to minus 60 degrees, and darkness swallowed up the last trace of light.
Blizzard closed the city, order collapsed, and the fire of civilization was crumbling in despair.
When the whole world was killing each other for a piece of moldy bread and shivering with cold for half a piece of coal, Chen Xuan accidentally got a little sun. All the cold and hunger were driven away by the golden light. Under this eternal night, he was the only god.
