Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

When the whole day of thunder and lightning ended, 90% of the people adrift on the sea were dead.

But there are still 10% left, and they use the most extreme methods to show the perseverance of mankind.

However, the gods did not show any mercy to them, and instead began to use more cruel methods to abuse the world.

On the seventh day, under the sea, the volcano on the land began to erupt.

The seawater near the volcano was instantly evaporated, huge molten lava spewed out from inside, and huge volcanic ash shrouded the entire world in haze.

The whole world became dark and there was no light.

Despair pushed a group of humans to the edge, and they simply ended their lives by committing suicide.

But even so, some people still choose to live.

No one understands why they live, and no one understands the meaning of their lives.

Even they themselves don't know why they are still struggling to support themselves and live in such pain.

But they are still alive.

On the eighth day, the disaster was not over.

In the time after the volcano erupted, even the sun's rays could not shine in, and they could no longer tell when it was day and when it was night.

Heavy rain continued to fall, filling their boats with water.

They had no tools, so they had to use their hands to bite them.

But when the rain became heavier and heavier, their hands were swollen from being soaked in the water, but the water in the boat continued to increase.

Some people's boats sank, and everyone sank with them.

And some people kept throwing water towards the boat.

Others simply overturned the boat and then lay down on the overturned hull, with heavy rain pouring on their backs, and their eyes slowly closed.

They didn't know how many inhumane days and nights they had experienced, and they didn't know how they survived.

But when they saw the sun rising slowly in the distance and the golden light shining on them, they knew that they had won.

That was the twenty-eighth day.

For the heavenly beings, it is the twenty-eighth day of rebirth, and for the humans in the world, it is the twenty-eighth day after the destruction of the world.

On the twenty-ninth day, the sea water began to slowly drop, and they could even see the beautiful scenery in the water through the water.

But even on the way to victory, people continue to die.

They are the heroes who died at the end of this war.

They relied on their tenacious perseverance to last until the last moment, but now, they could no longer support their tired bodies and chose to fall.

Day 30.

There are no longer dark clouds in the sky, and the sea and land are separated again.

The ship fell to the ground.

A human stepped on the long-lost grass, with tears in his eyes.

He wanted to say something, but he seemed to have forgotten the language.

He walked smoothly to a small slope.

Looking around, there were no ships, no people, no sounds.

He seemed to realize something and sat down slowly.

Sitting on that small slope.

Green vines slowly climbed up his body, and flowers bloomed on him.

He was like the enlightened Sakyamuni, sitting there quietly.

Finally, his body was submerged in the sea of ​​flowers.

There is no sound, no people, no race of any kind.

An old world leaves, when the last of humanity dies.

A new world comes when the vines embrace him.