Kong Sang Yin: Elegy of the Spiritual Pulse

The wind blew the corners of the boy's tattered clothes, and the mining pick in his arms suddenly became slightly hot. Twilight is rising from the land of Eastern Continent and Nine Continents, the true dark night without the light of spiritual veins shining. For the first time in the darkness, the pickaxe glowed with a very faint, cyan light. Like a fish that has been sleeping for thousands of years under the deep sea, it opens its eyes.