Pilgrim Heritage

The world is sick. This is not a metaphor, but some kind of fundamental decay. Wind, fire, thunder, water, light, darkness, wood, earth, shadow, ice—the ten gods did not fall, but completely disappeared, as if they had never existed. The chain of rules supporting the world is broken, and chaos spreads like a plague. The power of all practitioners began to lose control, mutate, and even dry up. No one knew the source of this disaster. Until the Emperor's decree spread across the wasteland: a replacement has been found. He calls himself "Bian An Xuan Ling". But the name is more like a curse. He lives high in the clouds, and most of the time he only exists in legends, and no one can see his true appearance. With His coming, the world's original power system began to shrink rapidly, as if it had been "deleted" by some higher-level existence. Instead, there is a brand new power brought by "An'an" - strange, powerful, but ominous. "The nightmare will eventually dominate the world..." The ancient prophecy came true at this moment, and the gears of fate were completely shattered and irreversible. The sunlight in the sky penetrates the clouds, but is no longer warm. It passes through some kind of twisted "colored cloth" and turns into a dark despair, shrouding the earth. Only by tearing down this barrier can the sunlight regain its color.