Ruins of Rift

On the day when the cracks in Guixu were torn apart, A Ming was gathering Qingxin grass in the Misty Valley. The earth's veins surged suddenly, Kunlun's spiritual energy mixed with the sulfur smell of Olympus poured into his nose, and half of the spiritual grass in his backpack instantly withered. He is sixteen this year, and he is a medicine farmer who cannot even draw a round Five Element Formation. He only knows that his parents disappeared near the crack three years ago, leaving half of the hot "Heart of Chaos" sewn into his close-fitting clothes. The bone soldier crawling out from the other side of the crack was carrying Chi You's bone spear and wearing the bronze helmet of Olympus. The villagers fled desperately, and Granny Zhang held his hand before she died: "Your parents said... This heart can calm the cracks..." He didn't understand the balance between the two realms. He only knew that if the cracks were not blocked, even the mist could kill Xiaohua. Touching the hot fragments in his arms, Amin gritted his teeth and sharpened the hatchet - no matter whether it was Chinese magic or Greek divine power, if it could cut down bone soldiers and protect living people, it was something that could be used. Later he found out that his parents were not missing, but were detained by "big figures" from both worlds because they had discovered that "spiritual energy and divine power can be used together." And this half of his fragment is the key to breaking the chain. As for the symbiosis of gods and mortals and the epic of civilization, Amin has no time to think about it. At the moment, he only cares about: whether the next meal of solid food will be enough, whether the chaos grass beside the crack can be used as medicine, and... When can he bring his parents home.