In the Age of Ending Dharma, the spirit incarnates into tens of thousands and disperses into the three thousand worlds.
The clone has no memory of past lives and does not know who he is.
There is no task panel, no system prompts.
There is only one original heart, like a lamp that stays bright.
Some people help others, and some people help themselves.
Some people just live quietly and light up the world.
Thousands of worlds, thousands of identities, the same seed.
This is their journey and His.
