Lord of the Picking Immortals

A corner of the fairy world collapsed, causing a storm in the human world. Fairies pick them up casually, and gods run around all over the street. The atmosphere of the mortal world, the aura of the fairy world. The world of scattered high and low is like an abandoned waste treatment plant. If you want to set foot in the real universe again and travel through the empty space, you need new power. Ruins, fragments, fairy tombs, forbidden areas, all broken places are the source of new life; ravines, ridges, river valleys, lakes and seas, all traces of fracture hide the opportunity to break the path. Crisis lurks and demons are rampant. The sun and the moon have no light, and ghosts and ghosts eat souls. The blue falls in the abyss, and the underworld is powerless. Painting the ground as a prison still claims to be a hero. If you dare to attempt to destroy the human world in these ten directions, don't blame me for being extremely perverted.