Yi Ci is a blank page - in this world where "existence is remembered", ordinary people at the lowest level are not worthy of leaving traces even after death.
He works in the Inscription Recycling Hall, stripping runes from dead people every day. Until one day, he cut out a beating heart from the chest of an unknown corpse.
The heart was calling him.
Following his heartbeat, he picked up a foolish man on the edge of the Time Trace Desert. The man didn't remember anything. He just smiled stupidly at the empty seat by the campfire and said, "Sit down."
That was Chongjiu, after eight thousand years of waiting.
In the next seven years, they traveled across the five continents and picked up seven people who had nowhere to go: the female warrior of the ice field who was executed by the tribe, the desperate iron fist who led the mine slaves to riot, the liar who sold memories on the black market, the mute blacksmith who only knew how to make farm tools, the shadowless assassin, the wandering doctor who collected medical fees with stories, and the pedantic scholar who was expelled from the eternal library.
Nine marginal people form a family.
They kept vigil together, starved together, were beaten together, and listened to Zhongli's jokes together by the campfire. Qingnang cooks the most unpalatable food, but no one dares to say it, so Mo Qi secretly takes over. Tie Yuan and Ying Chan bickered with each other every day, while Ji Shuang sneered beside them. Chongjiu never sleeps, sitting on the outer edge and watching everyone. Yi Ci asked him why he didn't sleep, and he said, "I'm afraid you'll leave."
They don't know what lies ahead, they only know that the heart is guiding the direction - pointing to a name called "Rong Yu" eight thousand years ago, pointing to a forgotten past story of becoming a god, pointing to a road of no return where nine people go and one person returns.
Later, someone asked Ji Shuang, who survived: How did you spend those eight years?
Sixty years later, she wrote eight names with her deformed hands.
"We lived a good life," she said.
This is a story about meeting and parting, burning and remembering. Nine people picked each other up on the road, spent eight years becoming family, and then lost everything in one day.
Eight people burned out, and one person became a god. Those who survive spend the rest of their lives writing their names.
Purpose: It is not God who should be remembered, but those who pave the way for God
