Wu Nuo Wangchuan

Deep in the Shiwan Mountains, the boy from Banzhai put on the ancestral Nuo mask at his eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony. Then—— He saw the mountains turned into the bones of great beasts, I saw a shadow bigger than the mountains wriggling outside the sky, I heard a whisper that penetrated my soul: ——Return... From that moment on, there were only two paths left in his life: Become a vehicle for God, or die. Nine Nuo noodles, nine fallen gods. Every time you wear it, you are one step away from others. He knelt in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood and said: "I killed... Myself." At the beginning of the Nuo Mountain, the ghost realm has a spirit, and the empty mulberry trees return to the scene. All the calamities have gathered, and the Forgotten Sichuan has turned into a bridge. In this world, chaos that never dissipates is not evil. And the ancient gods are not salvation. What do you have under your Nuo face? Find your way back at the end of the River of Forgetfulness.