> We thought we were the masters of the world.
>
> Until that day, when the sky split open.
>
> Fiery rain poured through the crack, scorching half the forest sea. Ling Ye, chief of the Qinglu Vein, fought his way upstream to find the source of the heavenly flames, only to uncover a truth that overturned everything they knew:
>
> **The world they lived in was a living giant spirit.**
>
> The mountains were its bones.
> The forests were its flesh.
> The rivers were its blood.
> They were among the countless creatures dwelling inside the giant spirit.
>
> Qingmu Ling Ye, Chiyan Yanxin, Huangtu Yanheng, Baijin Yinshu, and Heishui Yuanche: five people from different tribes who went from fighting one another to standing side by side.
>
> They would discover:
> Every war made the giant spirit inflamed and feverish.
> Every natural disaster was the giant spirit enduring pain.
> And the coming Gray Blight was not an apocalyptic judgment, but a biological weapon unleashed by another giant...
>
> **"If the world is alive, what are we to it?"**
> **"Its protectors, or its disease?"**
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