Growing up, I was raised on food from various households, with no savings. Now, unable to hold down a steady job, I survive through the kindness of my neighbors.,Under the scorching sun of the Three Futian period, cold sweat trickled down my spine, soaking my short shirt.,Bathed in the wind, it grew to a towering height, stretching across a vast expanse above everyone's heads. The transparent walls on all sides gradually turned gray as they were engulfed by black smoke.。