A golden stream of light split from the sky and fell, overturning the tens of millions of years of silence in the Canglan Continent.
Before that, farmers in the yellow soil guarded the rice fields, craftsmen in the white soil hammered steel, and hunters in the black soil chased the antelopes; elves hid in ancient trees, dwarves lived in mineral veins, dragons slept in the deep sea, and all races went their own way, never intersecting.
Until that light falls, blessings are broken, empowerment is awakened, and craftsmanship is sublimated. Zhi Niang's silk thread can bind the strong wind, the fisherman's palm can condense ice walls, and the blacksmith's furnace can refine runes; elves lead vines to break through the ground, giants stir up wind and snow to cover the city, and dragons shake their scales to stir up thunder - the old order falls apart, and new power sweeps across the three continents.
Some people use their strength to start wars, while others use their protection to form alliances; humans and aliens go from fighting each other to standing side by side.
This is the worst of times, with wars raging and people's hearts treacherous; this is also the best of times, with all races coexisting and sharing a common destiny.
When the cracked light dissipates, who will write the new era of Canglan Continent?
That's right, it's our Cowherd and Weaver Girl (skill setting) combination!
Intention: The pain and rebirth of civilization iteration. The dissolution and symbiosis of racial barriers. The game of strength and humanity.