On the night when the earth's veins collapsed, the Immortal Sect was high above. Du Yunzhou took away the genius and the roster, leaving only a few ants waiting to die in the ruins.
Lu Yan didn't want to die.
So he awakened the abandoned peak at his feet that had been forgotten for thirty-seven years.
At first, it was just a crazy self-rescue by seven people.
Looking for coal, refueling the fire, collecting rainwater... They drove the broken mountain peaks and struggled to survive among other giant mountains, cracks in the earth and violent mountain beasts.
Later, this moving broken mountain became the only home for countless abandoned children.
Mortals with no way out and monks who have fallen from the altar are all on the mountain.
It's just that the road to the east is becoming more and more crowded, resources are depleted, and the mountains are colliding with each other.
In order to protect the people behind him, Lu Yan's right arm turned into a cold stone without temperature. He stood on the top of the mountain and looked to the east, finding that there was no legendary paradise ahead.
If you want everyone to survive, you don't need to snatch the only way to survive.
"Is there no way ahead?"
"Then it's up to us to build a road for Wanshan!"
