Diyin Tribe: Xinhuo

I came into contact with something I shouldn't have touched - a sealed bottle. It dragged me into the living seal that suppressed the ancient "ruins", and let the forgotten oath spirit crow find me. Now, the filthy black tide is spreading, and twisted monsters are hunting. My bloodline and this bottle all point to the same desperate mission: to find a way to restart the seal before civilization is completely annihilated. I am not a hero, but it seems that I am the only one left.