Thousands of years ago, Nuwa threw fire into the world. Mortals use bones as fuel and blood as oil. The lamps are passed down from generation to generation and will last for thousands of years.
Thousands of years later, someone wanted to turn off the lights. But the lights are still on.
When Ling Yu woke up from a long sleep, he no longer remembered that he was Yuanshi Tianzun. She only remembered two things: her name was Ling Yu, and someone was waiting for her. A person whose name she couldn't even remember had been waiting for her in the world for eight hundred years. She jumped down from the boundary gate to look for her, but ended up being splashed with rotten vegetable leaves because the whole world said she was the "evil woman who slaughtered three villages."
Shen Boan heard her playing a piece of music at a Taoism conference, and knocked over the tea bowl on the spot and said, "I'm going to get a disciple." He waited for her for eight hundred years, but what he got was a girl who looked at him like a stranger. He named her "Wu Yi" - how could it be said that Wu Yi was wearing the same robe as his wife? What he didn't say was that there was another sentence in the poem: I share the same hatred with my son.
Someone poisoned her, and three cups of tea could make her forget about "someone is waiting for you." Someone had hidden the Martial God Order for eight hundred years for her, waiting for her to come back and get it. Someone had her wings broken before she could fly, and died on the way escorting old, weak, women and children. Her name was engraved on the hilt of the sword. There is also a storyteller who kept the truth secret for eight hundred years in the north. Before leaving, he only left a map and a sentence: "Put less half a spoonful of salt on the peanuts. My hands are shaking."
There are gods, demons, swords, and lamps in this story. But in the final analysis, it is just a group of people with good memories remembering something for a person with poor memory.
Nuwa said back then: Ask me again in ten thousand years. Thousands of years later, the lights in the world are still on.
It's not that the light won't go out. Even if it is destroyed, there are still people who want it.
Concept: The world is worth living because even if the lights go out, there are still people who light them up.