I was born in a small town by the river.
The town is very small, with only one street, two taverns, and an ancestral hall that is about to collapse.
When I was a child, old people often said that there were immortals on the other side of the mountain. But I've never seen it.
All I remember is the river.
In spring, the river becomes very bright. The old man said that it was spiritual energy.
Later I learned that that year was the last spring before the spiritual network was established.
Many years later, the world is getting faster and faster.
From grasslands to cities, from sects to spiritual networks, from cultivating immortals to AI.
Human beings began to use algorithms to calculate spiritual energy, use systems to manage cultivation, and use the Internet to connect all monks.
Some people say that this is the progress of civilization.
Some people say that this is another kind of shackles.
The lives of A-Lan and I happened to span this period of history.
We were born in the wind of the grassland.
Later, I walked into the city, entered the sect, saw wars, saw industry, saw the birth of the spiritual network, and saw a new era slowly coming.
There are people left in the system.
Some people choose to leave.
Many people disappear in time.
Many years later, when I returned to that river, the world was completely different.
But the wind is still the same as before.
The grassland is still the same grassland as before.
And mankind is standing at the door of the Seventh Era.
Purpose: Grassland youths witness the seventh century of civilization