Lin Ye, a graduate student in astrophysics, was caught in a space-time vortex during an anomalous solar eclipse and transmigrated to a wasteland a thousand years in the future.
There is no sun or moon here. Blood-and-flesh deities lurk in the eternal darkness, while humanity clings to survival through “visualization techniques”: some pray to evil gods for blessings, some place their faith in the ruined mountains and rivers, and others visualize the apocalypse itself in their despair.
Lin Ye, carrying a phone with 43% battery left and complete memories of a world filled with light, became the sole anomaly of this dark age.
While others visualize deities, he visualizes the sun. While others worship darkness, he remembers the moonlight.
From being hunted to being worshipped, from standing alone to founding a sect, Lin Ye discovers that what humanity in the wasteland has forgotten is not just light, but also the possibilities once held by human civilization. The ordinary cycle of day and night in the modern world becomes, a thousand years later, the greatest force for overturning divine rule and rekindling hope.
But when he kindles the first true ray of sunlight in the wasteland, the boundary between the two worlds begins to blur. The evil gods' whispers have never been far away, and a message from Professor Chen makes him realize that the solar eclipse was no accident, and neither was the thousand years of darkness:
“Be careful. The sun you visualize may be visualizing you, too.”
This is a story about how the memory of civilization can become the ultimate power, how the ordinary can become extraordinary, and the eternal struggle between light and darkness.
The writing is a bit strange. It was written in a normal way in the Internet at first. It even said that there was a shelf of pathways. When I went to get the sun fragments, I started to feel that the setting was completely lost. The main line could not be seen. The hostile forces and the previously set local monsters were as if they were collectively offline. When I went to get things, except for the previous sacrifice, everyone else was as if they were collectively offline without stopping them. There are obviously a lot of hostile forces, but as a result, you just start farming slowly without practicing the way. It feels like writing wherever you think, but it feels a bit like a literary and youth-type publication. If you are impatient, you will not read it, and if you are slow, you should get on the airwaves, but you can see that the author has a literary background. It is not like writing online articles, but like writing poems.