I Was Hit by a Meteor at the Beginning of the End of the World and I Am Actually the Powerful One

The burning heart fire will eventually be extinguished Counterfeits are poor imitations Temperance monks can also become slaves of desire The melancholy sound resounds across the sky Ideals always require hard work And gold is omnipotent. The proud Shacai walked alone. Under God's watchful eye, where should Zhong Changhong go? A post-apocalyptic crisis article, a book that loves to use knives. Thank you for your support