Today, Earth has become incredibly peaceful.
The depletion of spiritual energy has turned everyone into a recluse.
People eat simple food, drink from a ladle, watch the sunrise in the morning, appreciate the evening glow at dusk, observe the stars at midnight, and dwell in their own worlds, taking time and motion as luxuries.
No more disputes, no more fighting, all vanished overnight, and everyone appears a bit more pleasing to each other.
This sacrifice is for the preservation of the internal mana.
Everyone assumed the misanthropic demeanour of a turtle, pulling its head in.
This nearly became the largest spectacle in the recorded history of humanity!
Now, the hope of everyone lies on those 300 plus people who are currently cultivating.
To be precise, it is the 208 from the First Legion, the 72 accumulated from each of the Central Army Corps, and the 36 from the Alliance of Weird Realms.
The future of Earth entirely depends on them now.
At the same time,
