The last friend who saved me with the number $ADA has already earned a fortune, smiling like a scattered immortal on the eve of ascension.
Now, it's ADA's turn to take the stage.
It owes no one,
It only owes itself a spectacular comeback!
Time feels stretched to its limit,
Every second explodes in my ears,
The heartbeat rises and falls with the K-line,
Like crossing a thunder calamity,
The next strike,
Will either lead to immortality,
Or turn to ashes.
— But how can a cultivator fear thunder calamity?
Friends, charge boldly!
Join me in crossing this tribulation fire!
Tonight, we are the guardians of ADA!
