I once stood in the chaos and witnessed the magnificence and sacrifice of the creation of the world; I once walked in the wilderness and witnessed the dusk and tragedy of the fall of gods and Buddhas.
I thought that the war that started in chaos had already ended with the silence of gods and Buddhas.
Until that moment, I let time flow back for me.
"The Great Wall is not just bricks and stones. It is a wall, and outside the wall are our 'neighbors' who are eager to devour us."
"Going west is not just about getting scriptures. It is an expedition. At the end of the road, there is a seal cast by the gods with their blood."
As a result, the dusty memories began to wake up, and the broken powers reunited. I am walking in modern times, but I can talk to ancient spirits.
And now, the bell is about to ring again.
I am the last watchman, the guardian of time.
It is a promise I have made to an ancient friend that I have never broken.
