Technology once created a false power that brought civilization to ruin, and the world fell into an age of cultivation shrouded in spiritual energy.
Through countless cycles of history, three generations gave their lives as fuel, traversing fields of corpses and lonely roads.
He lost every beloved, friend, and way home, becoming the final remnant soul of the cultivation age.
He would bury the old stars, pursue disaster, and give humanity a fresh start free of delusion.
In the end, all he left was a silent warning and a solitary shadow fading into stillness.
An era ended and civilization began anew. No one remembered that he had spent his entire life mending its cracks.
