The old Taoist priest lived in Zhongnan Mountain for 437 years and thought he was the last cultivator in the world.
I meditate, chant sutras, and watch the snow alone every day. No one even spoke.
Until that day, an ancient formation was activated - the global cultivator signal exploded.
Qing Dynasty swordsmen, Japanese onmyojis, Amazon shamans, African witch doctors, Nordic rune masters... All online.
They have lived for hundreds of years, always thinking that they are the only ones.
On the day of the meeting, some people broke their teacups, some were in tears, and some were kneeling on the ground crying like a child.
"So you are still alive."
But the end has also come. Fourteen months later, the earth's crust reorganizes and ninety percent of the world's population will be destroyed.
Ancient bamboo slips record: At least one hundred and eight cultivators are required to burn all their cultivation to restart the world.
The success rate is less than 30%. Will die.
They raised their glasses: "Then let's die together."
