Spring Sleep Without Dawn

One day more than 30,000 years ago, a withered skeleton wearing plain clothes and armor of an unknown material came from the outer realm of destruction. Behind him was a solitary tomb connected to his belt with strange silk threads. There was something like an electronic watch firmly clasped on the left wrist bone, and light flashed from time to time. On the right is a delicate girl of four or five years old. He stretched out his finger and pointed on the protective formation of the Three Thousand Realms. The formation instantly collapsed without making any sound, as if annihilation was its destination. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.