Taoism is prosperous, spiritual boats shuttle like weaving, and the sound transmission sounds throughout the world - this is a world where modern civilization is highly developed in the version of immortality.
Tianshu University is celebrating its centenary with a gathering of elites.
The upright sword cultivator brother, the lively little sun alchemy cultivator, the honest body cultivator, the cold-faced technical nerd, the magic cultivator fairy who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, the quirky music cultivator girl, the shy spirit beast user, the naughty little novice monk, the charming fox demon, the gloomy ghost cultivator, the gentle spiritual planter, the stingy formation master...
Twelve boys and girls with different identities and personalities will meet here by chance.
From the ridiculous daily tasks in the school to the thrills of venturing into the secret realm together, they are noisy and dislike each other, but they have become each other's most solid support. The small group of Transmission Notes is full of food sharing, task complaints and gossip jokes, youthful and carefree, as if time has stood still forever.
However, under the prosperous times, there are undercurrents.
When they accidentally come into contact with the taboo secrets left behind by the "ancient time travellers" and discover that the prosperity in front of them is based on shaky lies, their beautiful daily life collapses.
The friends who used to laugh and fight will eventually go to their respective destined battlefields.
"If you go here, you may not come back."
"What are you afraid of? I'll accompany you, brother!"
"Respect the great road, respect the common people, and respect you and me."
The broken heart of the sword was exchanged for the reshaping of the rules, the body was transformed into medicine to purify the filth in the world, and the final requiem was played with absolute silence... They practiced their respective "Tao" in the most tragic but also the most glorious way, and regained the bright world they once swore to protect.
Many years later, the prosperous times are still there, and no one remembers those names.
Only by the reed marsh, the mute girl they had rescued together, hummed softly a song that no one could understand.
Intention: Under the extreme prosperity, play a desolate tragic song of martyrdom with life.