Xinglu Taoting

The old gods have died, the orthodoxy has been cut off, and the gods above are nothing but the remnants of the old civilization. On a dark night in the border wasteland, Lu Qingxuan woke up suddenly in the dilapidated Qingdeng Temple. His clothes were soaked in cold sweat. He saw in his dream that on a double-moon night, an upside-down temple appeared in the sky. The moonlight stretched out its long black shadow in the darkness, calling him over and over again.