[Cultivation in the Wasteland, Survival, Power Fantasy] When Wang Ning woke up, he discovered that the world had changed completely. A crimson mysterious moon cast down dazzling light, while the silvery-white sun poured its radiance over the land like water. Day and night had been turned upside down, and humanity struggled to survive on the ashen earth. Mages always wore mysterious black robes. The knights of the Holy Temple devoted themselves to restoring the glory of their Lord. Flying swords from the East streaked through the sky with unstoppable force. Ordinary people running across the land shouted that justice would prevail, while cold, modern weapons sang of the romance of steel.
Clad in white and holding a sword, Wang Ning silently gazed toward the horizon.
“I just want to see the truth of this world.”
At his feet, bones lay piled like mountains.
Wang Ning strode forward.
