The way of heaven collapsed, the pure energy dried up, and the world of cultivating immortals became a world of embers abandoned by the gods.
The ninth level of the sky was shattered, the dark gold divine blood dried up on the broken pillars, and thousands of immortal bodies turned into pillars of light that resisted the spread of cracks. Thirty thousand years of glory collapsed into a suspended cemetery, and the scattered fragments of law on the Broken Star Sea were the last testament of that era.
Nothing is known about the thirteen states of mortal world. They don't know that the "revival" of spiritual energy is the return of light caused by the burning of the upper world. They don't know that the countdown to calamity is advancing silently in the depths of Tianxu. They don't know that the legend of ascension has long been the last dignity of the island prisoners.
The long night is coming at the speed of cracks.
But there are always people who want to rebuild Xuantong among the ruins. Some people sent a Tao seed into the mortal world in the cracks of the Broken Star Sea, while others were waiting on a lonely peak for a child who didn't know what a spiritual root was. Everything in the world is collapsing, but they chose to bury a fire in the quietest place.
The end is far away. The fire is still there.
Intention: The end of companionship is the exchange of ways of existence.