The sky is fake.
Ten thousand years ago, six ancient gods used all their power to seal the high-dimensional passage. Two thousand years ago, Laozi, Guiguzi, Bian Que, Boya, Qu Yuan, Zhuangzi, and Zou Yan—seven human sages completed the cognitive barrier on the bones of ancient gods. From that day on, the starry sky that humans saw when they looked up was only the projection from the inside of the barrier. In the real world, the giant pupils of high-dimensional gods and Buddhas are still hanging outside the barrier, staring coldly at the world.
Over the past three thousand years, eight night watchmen walked into the core of the barrier, burned them all, and their names were forgotten by the world.
Before the ninth night watchman Pei Yan walked in, he wrote a word on his son's palm - wait. I left a note - don't forget me.
Now, it's Pei Ye's turn.
He stood at the end of the corridor on the third floor of the Seventh Mental Hospital, holding an ordinary scalpel in his hand. Dark red light leaked from under the door. Behind the door, a banished god was waiting for him.
"There are threads on you - many, many threads -"
The forbidden ruins awaken. Cause and effect retrospection.
This is the path of the forgotten. The stronger you are, the lonelier you are. The further you go, the fewer people remember your name. But he didn't look back - because behind him stood all the forgotten people in the past ten thousand years, because they chose him, because his father was still waiting for him at the core of the barrier, and because his mother was still making an extra pair of chopsticks at home that no one had touched.
"My name is Pei Ye. The tenth night watchman. My dad took four and a half minutes. I can't be slower than him."
Under the cover of night, he is guarding the last door in the world.
