When a soul from the stars wants to survive, it gets bound to the Survival System and is tasked with staying alive in a nascent ancient civilization, despite being utterly helpless.
Soul: As long as I survive, is that enough?
World One: A captured prisoner from a defeated primitive tribe
She is a foreign tribe's shaman, able to communicate with heaven and earth and held in great esteem. The point at which she arrives is just after her tribe has been defeated. All the men have been sacrificed to Heaven, and she, the tribe's spiritual leader, is about to be sent to the sacrificial altar.
World Two: The childhood dark moonlight of the ruler who united the realm
She is a princess from another country. As a child, she likes showing off her innocent, delicate act to protect the gloomy hostage prince from a neighboring kingdom, while actually helping her father get information so he can destroy the prince's country. The point at which she arrives is after the hostage prince has united the realm and, having learned the truth about their childhood, imprisoned her in a water dungeon.
World Three: The orphaned daughter of a wealthy family, left with nothing by her greedy relatives.
In an age when foreign kingdoms paid tribute, she is the beloved only daughter of a wealthy Jiangnan merchant. The point at which she arrives is after the merchant dies suddenly, and her relatives have seized all the family wealth and are plotting to kill her.
World Four: In the Age of Sail, she is the wife abandoned by a scumbag.
World Five: In a war between civilizations, she is a songstress whose life is as fragile as duckweed.
World Six: After her civilization is destroyed, she is the last believer of her god.
Soul from the stars: Scraping by is living, and shining on the world is living too! I will not live on my knees. I would rather let my soul endure a thousand ages and shine forever alongside civilization!
In a world of swords and magic, the unattainable East exists beyond reach, and the blessings of its gods take another form. Its people wield ideas as weapons and the spirit as a blade. Civilization exists there in a different form.
The hopes of the past have become eternal memories, and those memories carry countless hopes. In the flood of time, countless versions of you and me are both observers and participants in history.
The mighty river roars with unyielding souls, and the great river surges with a profusion of ideas.
What endures through a thousand years is not our names, but the long and rich legacy we leave behind.
What the years preserve is not our stories, but the great sages who stand behind them.
We have crossed deserts and great rivers beneath round, setting suns, and gazed upon Jiangnan's green waters, clear as jade.
Which spring breeze has scattered the fragrance of ink from the records of history once more?
And who has recorded our story across a thousand years?
P.S. An Eastern setting in a Western fantasy world, with high magic and martial arts.
The male lead is the embodiment of civilization, a true god.
Blurb revised in November 2021
Premise: May the torch of civilization be passed on forever
