Our world is polluted.
The emergence of extraordinary creatures, legends of ghosts, practice and evolution, the collision of strange objects and techniques, the opening of the cross-border door, some people fighting to cross, some people escaping...all of this began after the fall of the sky.
"My name is Yang Jian. When you read this sentence, I will be dead..."
A strange parchment, an eye peering into the darkness, this is the story of a person who survived.
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