All things have spirits, and Tao follows nature. In the vast universe, every living thing is exploring its own mysteries.
The starry sky, the chirping of insects, and the sound of growing orchids and grasses are the most beautiful music of nature.
A mysterious island that has not been submerged by the sea for tens of thousands of years, perhaps because of nature's care for it. The entire island is covered by ancient towering trees, and the oldest creatures in the world live here. No one knows where they came from.
When Man came out of Min, the coastline rose by a tila without any warning. The spirit Changqing shrank and named it "Man". Like all elves, Man does not know where he came from and where the pointer of fate will point. Every day, like an industrious woodpecker, work at sunset and rest at sunrise. Those injured bushes, those old trees, the little birds with bruised wings... Are all things they have to deal with. They have no language and use the elves' unique message transmission method to communicate and talk. The newly minted elves are just small groups of colorless and formless spirits. They need to go through a long period of practice before they can channel, perceive, transform, and ascend. Generally, elves that enter the transformation level have a certain form and can be transformed into the desired object at will. The prerequisite is that there is a reference object, which is a simple copy. Just like this day after day, year after year. In the blink of an eye, Man has become a Chen-level elf. Today is of extraordinary significance to her. Today, it can transform into any object she wants, which can surpass Sun Wukong's seventy-two transformations.