My Puppet Can Hang Up

In the great age of Xuanyuan, immortals and demons competed. Only the ruins of the ancient Mo Yin Sect are left. While other monks were fighting for a chance, Lin Yue fell into deep thought as he looked at the puppet army that was operating automatically, harvesting experience, and moving mountains to establish a sect. When the overlords from all sides caused a rain of blood for a magic weapon, he clicked on the construction panel, the earth's veins rose, the pavilions were rebuilt, and the lost taboo maps lit up one after another. He rekindles the fire in the silence, and accumulates the thunder in the silence. Until the army of the Immortal Alliance pressed into the territory, the troops were directed towards this last "barbaric land". The rising sun illuminates the lonely figure in front of the mountain gate and the figure behind him - The torrent of steel that swallowed the horizon.