May 31, 2025.
It was the most radiant firmament Yang Changxu had ever seen.
The world roared, as if at the most blurred moment of the day-night cycle, the mountains and rivers were bathed in radiance.
At that time, he was standing among the panicked crowd, anxiously awaiting the judgment of destiny. Their Mana Points had been fully infused into the sky, and before him was a mix of shadows, with countless sounds echoing around him.
"God bless, Buddha bless, Bodhisattva bless..."
"Latest news, top players have calculated, the current energy is still not enough to take everyone away..."
"Will I be one of those left behind?"
"Is it really the end of the world?"
Yang Changxu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It's said that at the last moment, people miss their family the most, and at this moment, he indeed longs to see his mother.
"...Mom?" A childish voice sounded.
