Outside Mayfly Town, Shen Che got a taste of corruption.
For three hundred years, he has been accustomed to being a living tombstone. The last master of the Tianji Mansion, the prisoner of the will of heaven - this cursed responsibility bent his back, and his only mission was to maintain this shaky order. Until he stepped into the Mayfly Town that was supposed to turn into ashes and met a mute woman who couldn't speak.
Ah Heng doesn't understand what the way of heaven is. She only remembered that she had been guarding this town, using a pair of hands that could hear the mountains and rivers crying, trying to mend this land abandoned by the gods. Everyone was dying slowly, but she stood under the dead locust tree, her face as quiet as a lake that was not wrinkled by the wind. She handed him a bowl of crude tea and asked silently: Are you here to take us away?
Shen Che didn't dare to answer. Because the law of heaven sneered silently deep in his spiritual platform: This place will die within three days. But Ah Heng's body was filled with the last memory fragments of the Battle of the Gods three hundred years ago - a prosperous age filled with lies, a deliberately forgotten massacre, and how a group of mortals who were unwilling to be reduced to sacrifices struggled to breathe on the ruins.
Heaven and earth are the bureau, and all living beings are the sons. When divinity and humanity were torn apart day and night in his bones and blood, Shen Che finally tasted another possibility in that bowl of bitter tea: perhaps the way of heaven should also learn to bow its head to the unquenchable, warm and concrete human world in a silent woman.
Intention: Heaven determines whether you should live or not, while people only ask whether you want to live. When cold truth meets warm concreteness, the latter wins.