Ember Realm

The world here is nothing more than a withered leaf. The day when the leaves fall and return to their roots, that is the day when all things come to an end. The appearance of the world, the proliferation of creatures, the rise and fall of civilizations, but no one knows that the entire universe is just a withered leaf on the endless world tree. The stars dim at the edge of the universe, the laws collapse, and everything is sliding irreversibly into chaos. This is not a prophecy, but an ending that is currently unfolding. Some sages have discerned this desperate truth: Our world has been a long funeral since its birth. As a result, generations of powerful men with amazing talents embarked on the journey one after another. The dream is to swim upstream before the dead leaf completely rots, to kill back the legendary eternal "World Tree" body, and to find a way for the common people to survive. However, chaos is like a prison, and ahead there are only the solidified bones of the pioneers and the broken inheritance. Their failure is like carving silent epitaphs for the world.