Three thousand years.
The door at Guixu is still leaking.
Countless things from chaos were crowded on the other side of the door. They have no names, no bodies, only hunger - hunger for thirty million years.
Generations of people have been guarding this side of the door.
The Xuanyuan family passed down the Zhenshi Seal to thirty-five generations.
The green dragon, the white tiger, the red bird, and the basalt, the four guardian elephants stand at the four poles of Kyushu, their blades pointed at the never-peaceful sea.
He thrust the knife into the crack of the door for three thousand years.
Li piled a grave without bones at the foot of Mount Tai and waited for him for three thousand years.
Yuanchu buried his heart in the deepest part of Guixu, where it contained 30 million years of humanity that it could not swallow.
——Love, hate, joy, sorrow, hope, despair, creation, destruction.
It waited for three thousand years.
Wait for someone to come.
Swallow it for it.
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Mu Sijie didn't know that he was the one being waited for.
When I was seventeen years old, Surabaya experienced a flood that occurred only once in 61 years. He broke out of the whirlpool, and the sapphire tablet in his arms was as hot as a soldering iron.
There are two words engraved on the jade: Jiashen.
Before his mother died, she stuffed the jade plaque into his palm and said, "The Mu family has guarded this water for generations. Where the jade is, there are people."
What is unsaid is: where the jade is, there are also debts.
The Mu family guarded Surabaya for three hundred years. The Bai family guarded Xijiyuan for three thousand years. The Zhang family has guarded the territory of China for sixty years. The Xuanyuan clan guarded that gate for three thousand years - until his generation, he was the only one left.
He doesn't know what fate is.
He just carried goods on the Surabaya dock for ten years and saved ten
