Ling, a top cultural relic restorer, spends his days working with ancient relics that have been silent for thousands of years. He is used to carefully piecing together the original historical appearance in the rift of time. However, fate played a cruel joke on him - an accident bound him to an incomplete and indifferent time and space travel system, carrying a strange portable space that could accommodate all things, but it only opened a one-way ticket to the bloody hell for him.
The mission instructions were cold and absolute, with no room for change: "Travel to the winter of 1937, Nanjing, China. The first principle: absolute concealment. The core goal: record real images, preserve key evidence, and rescue dying creatures."
Warmth, hesitation, and the love of children are all luxuries. He became a ghost wandering in the gaps of time. With technological equipment that surpassed the times and a cool mind tempered to the freezing point, he stepped into the Jinling City that was instantly reduced to purgatory. Here, he is no longer a restorer, but a lonely scavenger racing against the flow of time and death. He used high-dimensional lenses to solidify brutal evidence, used invisible space to collect broken mountains, rivers and civilizations, and used limited medical means and cognition beyond the times to pry a glimmer of light in the abyss of despair.
A journey of 450,000 words is an adventure with 450,000 heartbeats. He used space as a shield to resist the bloody smoke coming toward his face; he used reason as a blade to cut open the most painful scar in history. This is not to rewrite the ending, but to leave an unquestionable and irrevocable ironclad evidence for the three hundred thousand silent undead in the endless wailing, and for all future generations separated by time.
Mission: Remember history, cherish peace, protect the truth, individual responsibility, science and technology and humanities