[When the world starts to forget you, how do you prove that you existed?
The Li family of Chang'an is a famous imperial family in the world of immortality.
On the birthday of the patriarch's son, the lantern in the ancestral hall dimmed suddenly, and the name-giving soul blood dissipated into the void - the child who was personally named "Wuhen" by his ancestor, became a shadow that even Heaven ignored.
The most absurd scenery he has ever seen:
The Taoist priest who sells spicy noodles presses instant noodles with the imperial seal, the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect hunt down three streets for the salty and sweet tofu pudding, the iron-eating beast uses his spiritual power to open the "Hungry Mom" talisman, and the motto of Emperor Zhou on the ancient stele is being tampered with to read "One hundred and eighty cups of palace jade liquid wine."
When the plane of the Travelers Association passed by Chang'an City, and when the traffic lights replaced the hexagrams that pinched the fingers to predict good and bad luck, Li Wuhen touched the 108th safety lock that had disappeared inexplicably around his neck, and finally realized -
In this world where everyone travels randomly, the most terrifying thing is not being swallowed by the strangeness, but when you swing your sword towards the abyss, even the enemy cannot remember that you have ever drawn your sword.
"Death is not the end, oblivion is"
But if this world was originally a huge hidden ruin, who would be the only one forgotten?
