When the edge of the galaxy is torn apart, weirdness crawls from the cracks, and alien giant ships cover the stars...
When the Nordic runes lit up with thunder, and the North American genetic warriors roared into the wilderness, the Chinese flying swords fell silent - thousands of years of cultivation, reduced to a dead line!
His name is Zhang Yichen, an ordinary middle school boy, but his heart is burning with the blazing spark of "looking forward to the motherland standing on top of the world."
Under the ginkgo tree in the playground, a broken lone flag tore through the starry sky, imprinting a desperate vision of the cosmic cemetery into his soul: the gods abandoned their hometowns and fled, humanity declined, and the imperial line was severed...
A fragment of the "Hai Neijing" that was covered in dust in an ancient tree and should have been burned in the flames of the First Emperor became his only source of fire.
The fingertips traced the mysterious characters like dragons and snakes, and a long-lost warmth broke through the cold shackles of the "extreme pulse"! This weak hope led him to the forbidden area of Lishan, which was blocked by heavy troops.
There, the moving bronze terracotta warriors and horses lined up silently, and the suspended star paintings revealed shocking secrets buried by fire and loess for thousands of years:
Burning books and trapping Confucians is not tyranny!
The eternal infamy that future emperors bear is all just disguise!
All these sacrifices of blood and fire are just to find a way to cultivate immortality for the weak Houtian human race... In the desperate situation where the spiritual energy is gone and the gods have fled!
Walking on the thorny road paved with the bones of emperors, Zhang Yichen looked up at the stars on the dilapidated ancient battlefield.
Lone flags stand among the stars, silently telling the forgotten persistence and sadness.
