Dao Jiuyou

When I woke up, eight hundred years had passed. Opening the history textbook, only ruins and blank spaces remain of the glorious prehistoric civilization, and the strange Purple Sun Age descended silently. What? Will the slaughtered cattle and sheep turn into evil spirits and come to seek their lives? What? Human beings grow out of the soil, and minors have no gender? Have humans reached the high-tech era of asexual reproduction? Lighthouse Safe City! Stormport! Sub-space voyage! The Evil Empire! Warriors all over the world are fighting! ! Facing this chaotic Ziri era, Li Lang fell into deep contemplation.