C1812 And the End of the World

It was winter, the weather was cold, and everything was withering. It was a bleak scene.

On the Jingchu Great Land, in the depths of the mountains at the southern foot of Dreamy Cloud Marshland, a group of close to twenty people were searching for a path. They walked unsteadily, and every step they took was difficult, as if they were pioneers of the ancient times