"The gods died at dusk, and the sacred flame rekindled amid the ashes."
After waking up, An Lan had transmigrated into a fog-shrouded world that devoured everything.
All he had with him was an eternal flame that would never go out, one capable of linking to the Myriad Worlds.
He built a furnace, raised walls, and took in refugees, gradually turning a safe zone barely larger than a palm into the only sanctuary in the Myriad Worlds.
When doomsday descended upon world after world, and countless lives cried out in despair,
everyone looked up and saw...
that silver blaze crossing the sea of stars, illuminating all the darkness.
