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[Cultivation in the wasteland, survival, refreshing article] After Wang Ning woke up, he found that the world had changed dramatically. The crimson moon was shining with dazzling light, and the silver-white sun was splashing with brilliance like water. Day and night are turned upside down, and human beings are struggling to survive on the dust. The magician always wears a mysterious black robe, the knights of the temple are dedicated to restoring the glory of the Lord, the flying swords of the East are as powerful as the rainbow, a group of ordinary people running on the ground shout that justice will prevail, and the cold hot weapons sing the romance of steel. Wang Ning, wearing white clothes and holding a sword, silently looked towards the end of the sky. "I just want to take a look at the truth of this world." Underfoot, there were mountains of bones. Wang Ning stepped forward.