Xianqiong Beyond the Horizon

Beneath the vast, boundless celestial vault, the brilliance of an era is nothing more than a fleeting firework bursting in an instant. Looking down upon the land across countless long years, life and death repeating endlessly, where are they now?

Immortal sects, imperial dynasties, and supreme sacred lands are all nothing more than a handful of yellow earth beneath the heavenly vault. Ten-thousand-year glory is extinguished in an instant and turns to ashes. In the depths of the ruins, embers and sprouts are born; you and I both strive to become the tree that reaches the heavens. What exactly lies on the far side of the celestial vault?