Scholar In A White Robe

This is a game of deities.
This is a fallen world.
This is an endless voyage.

Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope.

"I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. 

He points a single finger toward the distant stars.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

The Divine Throne Of Infinity

These small groups mostly formed a pattern where several people surrounded an important figure, almost like stars clustering around the moon.


some elderly individuals wore dark blue traditional long robes.


There was also a dashing middle-aged man with squinted eyes, clad in a neatly tailored suit, with a beautiful woman in a red cheongsam happily following him.


An old man who carried a longsword, wearing a magnificent yellow robe and ancient crown, strode several meters in a single step, with his hands clasped behind him. A faint, commanding smile on his stern face was akin to an emperor on an inspection tour, involuntarily invoking a feeling of submission in others.


Another was a tough-featured old man with a white beard, dressed in a fur coat that looked somewhat unkempt, yet he moved with a confidence and flamboyancy that others couldn't replicate.


"It's still comfortable to travel by helicopter, huh."


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