When the universe first opened, the eyes were filled with a sea of spirits, all spirits were invisible, and one could drink liquid to live forever.
The flames of war dissipated the source, and the spiritual liquid turned into mist, spreading into faint spiritual energy all over the sky.
The winner sits in the spiritual abyss and hides in the sea of stars; the loser casts flesh as a prisoner, uses Qi to perform magic, and creates thousands of magical powers, thinking that he has found the road to transcendence.
As time goes by, the spiritual energy sinks into stone, and the Immortal Master digs out all the spiritual stones to retreat and hide the source;
Later generations of monks hollowed out the spiritual veins of the earth, and the heaven and earth no longer have the power to nourish immortality.
Nowadays, the starry sea is empty, the spiritual veins of the planets are exhausted, mortals are withering in a hundred years, and the silicon base of machines will eventually rust.
We are trapped in a cage of flesh and metal and fear death, but we don't know that hundreds of millions of years ago, we were carefree light spirits wandering in the spiritual sea.
All the shackles of longevity, the fight for resources, and the obsession for immortality are just the endless reincarnation left over from the ancient battle for spiritual liquid.
