From an orphan in the laboratory of the Star Era to a senior brother from the prehistoric world, one needs to balance modern thinking with the prehistoric laws, and choose between obeying the destiny or changing the destiny against the heaven. I don't know how many years have passed, but in the vast glow of the ruins of East Kunlun, a ray of light older than the sun is slowly condensing. It does not scatter like ordinary light. Instead, it seems to be alive, sucking in the innate spiritual energy floating around into the core, and gradually outlines the outline of the human form.
