In the mental universe, a golden chariot lay shattered, its blood long since devoid of life, offering no further clues. A mythological civilization had strived to survive a dark and chilling supernatural night but seemed to have been wounded along its path. 0

"Let's go," said the red-dressed demon fairy as her gown fluttered while she ascended into the air. Seeing the remnants on the road, her alabaster face was etched with seriousness. The current state of this mythological civilization foreshadowed their own future: less than a year remained before they might also fall from the dazzling skies, gradually fading into obscurity and buried under the cold, frozen earth.0

The six felt a heavy weight on their hearts. There were no more conflicts over doctrines; their actions were driven solely by the need to survive and explore. Each had once shone brilliantly in their respective eras, overseeing the world. If extinction was inevitable, they resolved to go out spectacularly.0

"This spiritual universe has boundaries; it is not as vast and limitless as imagined," Fang Yuzhu frowned, her perception far exceeding that of ordinary beings, having sensed something early on.0

"At the edge, there flows the energy of the...0