Paranormal Convention

In the middle of the 19th century, a newly installed telegraph machine clicked next to the copper kettle dripper in the Qintian Prison. The radio waves were transmitted to the distance through the telephone wires wrapped around the eaves, passing by the storytellers in the teahouse below, the newsboys on the street corners, and the steam trains heading into the distance on the outskirts of the city. Finally, the invincible fleet drifted towards the depths of the ocean. Further away from the fleet, electric lights have illuminated the long streets of the continent west of Orosia. The airship quietly passed through the wind and thunder layer, casting a shadow like the spine of a giant beast onto the city under the full moon. This is an era when electricity buzzes and steam is not cold, and it is also an era when the curtain is about to collapse. The old gods died due to the exhaustion of faith, and new gods were born out of fear. The broken Nantian Gate is looming in the tide of ether, and the outer gods under the ruins are awakening as the Hume index drops. But when Xu Yi opened his eyes from the world, Gods, steel and stars, All need to be redefined.