Li Buyan, a lonely soul who has been drifting in the river of time for a thousand years.
He remembered the moonlight of the Tang Dynasty, watched the dusk in Rome, cried for the heroes, and sighed at the ants. But no matter how strong the emotion is, it will eventually be smoothed away by time. He is like a human-shaped blank space, silently attached to the canvas of the world, omniscient but powerless.
Until the red balloon exploded with a faint touch on his chest.
The frozen carousel, the water droplets suspended in the air... Silently announced: the eternal spectatorship is over.
From then on, the world became his sandbox.
He can turn the pages of dusty ancient books automatically, and can also make withered roses regenerate in reverse time. The business queen was fascinated by his iceberg-like wisdom, and the ancient martial arts successors worshiped him as a god who came to earth.
However, Li Buyan soon discovered that under this familiar modern city, undercurrents had already begun to surge. The lost inheritance of immortality, mutated Western powers, and the doomsday truth about the death of immortals and demons hidden in the historical faults... Are all inextricably linked to his blank past.
He stood at the intersection where neon lights and flying swords intertwined, watching everything calmly.
"I've been watching for too long," he whispered in silence, "now, it's my turn to make a move."
