Operator: Who Gave Me This Chinese-Style Hall?

When the highest epic of mortals is shattered into powder in front of the throne of the gods, the death knell of the world has sounded in the ruins. Two hundred years of Northern Expedition finally turned into a futility; the blood of the Supreme Emperor became the ink used to sacrifice the flag in troubled times. The Calesia Empire—this behemoth entrenched on the continent, collapsed in an instant, turning into a feast shared by weird and evil gods. When the death knell of fate approached the border of the Northwest Province, an ordinary rural teacher, swept up by the violent torrent of history, embarked on a journey that tore apart the long night. There is no guidance from the gods, only a dark green hall emerging from the ruins of the mountains. The sea of ​​clouds is rolling like waves, and the fairyland is as quiet as a mystery. Deep in this oriental palace that is completely different from the Western world, a closed ancient door is exuding the pressure of isolating cause and effect. Under the ruins of the empire, the only "Seed of the World" has awakened. This is a gamble between mortals and gods. When the net around the world falls, the real highlight has just begun.