Shen Yuan's grandfather spent his whole life studying ancient books and disappeared into thin air eight years ago. There were only a few rolls of silk on the table that were too fragile to touch. Eight years later, he began to repair the silk scroll. The moment his fingers touched it, he stood in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. The red grass underfoot was waist-high, the pebbles in the mud turned over on their own, and the sun slid down from a tree that reached the sky. The world is cracking - where the cracks pass, the talking birds become mute and the walking mountains die.
Shen Yuan is a cultural relic restorer. Seeing broken things makes my hands itch. He has no sword. He had a pen that condensed in the palm of his hand out of thin air. The cracks closed where it was scratched, and the faded color faded back inch by inch. After repairing the Classic of Mountains and Seas, the second volume is revealed in the mezzanine: The List of Gods. The Romance of the Gods, Journey to the West, Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Water Margin, Dream of Red Mansions, Pre-Qin Myths - seven dying worlds are lining up to wait for him. Others travel across time to get it. Shen Yuan went to make up for it. Every time a world is repaired, the laws are carved into the bones and become power. But every time he practices, he loses a piece of himself. The ink stains crawled from the fingertips to the wrists, the body temperature dropped at one time, the dream was not my own, and the memory began to be lost. What's even worse is that every dying world has traces of his grandfather. There is a word "Shen" on the stone wall, a sentence "My grandson will come" in the ghost's memory, and an old knife with my grandfather's name engraved on it in the blacksmith shop. The old man is still alive. Trapped in the cracks of the world, leaving a signpost for my grandson. And it's not the monsters that are killing these worlds—it's us forgetting to read them.
