Low Plane

The heavens are like gravel, and the planes are like sand. In this endless stack of cosmic ruins, civilization is both a tombstone and a blade. This is a cemetery where gunfire and thunder dance together, an abyss where talismans and spells are annihilated. The iron law of science and technology, the etherealness of cultivating immortality, the weirdness of magic, the wildness of fighting spirit... They all collide, tear apart, and wail here, composing the most magnificent elegy before the annihilation of civilization. And he climbed out of the embers of nuclear winter, with the wasteland etched by the radiation wind behind him. From an ant picking up rusty bullet casings to a walker in charge of destruction and rebirth, his path is paved with blood and fire. Destiny once imprisoned him at the bottom of the food chain, but he wanted to tear open the curtain of the sky and step by step - from the abyss of decay to the legendary supreme palace where the gods trembled.