Lin Ye, a graduate student in astrophysics, was drawn into a time and space vortex during an abnormal solar eclipse observation and traveled to a wasteland world thousands of years later.
There is no sun or moon here, and gods of flesh and blood are entrenched in the eternal darkness; human beings rely on "contemplation methods" to survive - either praying to evil gods for gifts, or placing their faith in broken mountains and rivers, or visualizing the doomsday itself in despair.
And Lin Ye, with a mobile phone with 43% battery left and a complete memory of the bright world, became the only exception in this dark era.
When others contemplate gods, he contemplates the sun; when others worship darkness, he recalls the moonlight.
From being hunted to being enshrined, from being alone to founding a sect, Lin Ye discovered that what humans in the wasteland had forgotten was not only the light, but also the possibilities that human civilization once had. The seemingly ordinary alternation of day and night in the modern world has turned out to be the most powerful force that subverts divine power and awakens hope thousands of years later.
But when he ignites the first true ray of sunlight in the wasteland, the boundaries between the two worlds begin to blur. The whisper of the evil god was never far away, and the message from Professor Chen made him even more shocked: that solar eclipse was not an accident, and the thousand-year darkness was not natural either-
"Be careful, the sun you are visualizing may also be visualizing you."
This is a story about how the memory of civilization becomes the ultimate power, how the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and the eternal game between light and darkness.
Reader comments
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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.