One tree, one city. The treetops reign supreme, while those beneath the trees are lowly.
A treacherous, unpredictable situation, and a shattered mirror on the verge of breaking.
Three feet above your head, there are divine beings. Beyond the Four Realms, there is the Mirror Law.
Cultivation and order, spiritual energy and commerce, the cultivation and plunder of spiritual components.
Use the mirror as law, and good and evil can be made clear. The darkness beneath the "mirror" still persists.
Cultivation punk, the existence or absence of pocket dimensions. One thought brings peace, another brings war.
When the "mirror" shatters, no one can escape unscathed.
(A brand-new system, cultivation punk, a large-scale collaborative IP)
