There are many joys and sorrows in the three continents, but no joy and sorrow in the northern continent...
The two thoughts have been at odds for thousands of years, causing cracks in the world. Chaos gives birth to four spirits - a harp without strings, a sword without a scabbard, an umbrella without bones, and a snake without scales. Guarding the four directions with his incomplete body, he gave the world a breather.
Shi Heng held the contract and sat alone on the top of Mount Xumi for thousands of years, with the snow falling from his brow never brushing.
Until Jiang Xu rolled out of the thunderstorm in Luzhou, Beiju, covered in mud, but his eyes were burning. He didn't remember anything, he only remembered the moment he touched those incomplete artifacts - they hummed in his hands, as if they had been waiting for a long, long time.
"Master," he touched the broken edge of the strings, raised his head and smiled openly, "it said it likes me very much, but... What about you?"
Shi Heng lowered his eyes and looked at him.
The snow that had not melted for thousands of years in Mount Xumi suddenly melted.
Qin, sword, umbrella and snake, the four spirits are a contract. The endgame that no one could complete in eternity, he waited for a ray of morning sun. It's a resonance that has been waiting for too long.
Intention: There is no unsolvable endgame in the world, only people who have not yet arrived.