The Two Elements of Heaven

The sky is cracked. Without the thunder to open the way, and without the glow of dawn warning, the crack would lie across the sky, like a wound that would never heal. Countless burning meteorites and fragments fell from the cracks, dragging thick smoke and flames towards the ground. Mountains collapsed, rivers changed their courses, and smoke obscured the sun. And deep in the crack, the outline of another world can be vaguely seen - the direction of the mountains and rivers, the color of the sky, and the smell of the air are all completely different from the Xuanzhu world. No one can tell whether it is coming or falling. What followed was a sudden change in Ling Qi. The originally clear and gentle spirit of heaven and earth began to be mixed with something inexplicable. When the monk took Qi into his body, there was a faint tingling sensation in his meridians, as if there was a foreign body traveling with the Qi. The growth of vegetation is also abnormal - some are barren, and some grow so wildly that they become twisted and deformed. The war spread. The creatures of the two worlds fought for territory, resources, and survival for a long time. There are wars on the border, cities and towns are reduced to scorched earth, monks rush to the front lines, some return, some are buried forever... The world feels tired. However, in a corner of this devastated land, there is an inconspicuous small village. The old locust trees at the entrance of the village are still rustling in the wind, the hammers in the blacksmith shop are hammering day after day, the smoke rises on time at dusk, and the laughter of children echoes in the streets. The spirit here is still pure, and the life here is peaceful. It's just that the crack in the sky is always hanging overhead, watching all of this silently. No one knows how long this peace can last.