The cold flames burned out, the heaven and earth turned into ashes, and the gods fell. Only Qingzhuo and Lu Yao were left trudging on the scorched earth. He was holding a half-burned sacred bone, and she was carrying an old tape recorder that could swallow up memories. When all civilizations became echoes in the ashes, Qingzhuo used blood as a guide to rekindle the spark, but Lu Yao heard the gods whispering in his dream - "You are the last container." They are not saviors, they are the chosen fragments, fighting among the ruins for who should become the new god. When Qingzhuo's body temperature began to dissipate, Lu Yao finally understood: In order for the world to be reborn, someone must die completely first.
