Lin Luoran doesn't know how she leaves Mount Qingcheng.

She is so muddled that she can't even hear the consolation of fire phoenix and White Fairy. She is walking aimlessly in the relic of Rong City. The once beautiful square is full of cracks and pits. The statue of a great men has collapsed and the electronic crystal screens have long been broken into mosaics.

Has the whole Huaxia become a relic?

A yellowed and torn newspaper is blown up. The ...