Earth Fire Age

Those are the remaining pickaxes of millions of mining slaves, and they are the scattered ashes of the golden thread hanging from the sky! This world of cultivation, The sky is falling, the destiny is locked, and the frozen soil is buried deep in blood and stone is a monument. Don't ask who gave the spiritual root The remaining pickaxe and rusty bones are used as firewood! Look at the fire bearer splitting the underworld, When the earthly fire burns away three thousand golden threads.