He buried the old world with his own hands just to give all living beings a future. The price was that he was nailed to the cross of salvation forever and became the only scar on World Tree that could not be erased.
Ye Hengtian walked on the river of time, witnessed the sorrow of his best friends, and endured the hatred of hundreds of millions of living beings. He tried to forget, tried to sleep, but whenever darkness struck, he was still the only gatekeeper.
This is a story about "living".
How does a person who has lived too long face the death of a close friend? How does a man who created the world face the betrayal of the world he saved?
When the gears of reincarnation get stuck again, he must make a choice: continue to be the helpless guardian, or be the destroyer who cuts off everything?
"Master, why do you always look at the sky?"
"Because my past is buried there, and your future hangs there."
