In the fifty-second year of Xuanzheng, chaos came and the sun disappeared. A catastrophe, a natural disaster, or a man-made disaster? Should we go to destruction or regain a new life? Should we choose to insist on saving the world with a clear conscience, or should we give up and live alone? A battle, the arrival of a mysterious man, is it a blessing or a disaster? Each mystery left to future generations is waiting to be revealed by the destined person.
Is a live broadcast a chance or a coincidence? The gears of fate have turned, and time has gone backwards, back to the past; what has been changed by the overlap of time and space? What is hidden in the arrival of future generations?
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