Life is like a mayfly, it is born and dies in the evening.
Shen Qing looked back at the vast river of time and thought carefully about where he came from. I really don't know if I can still be called a human now. In this dead realm, the spiritual energy is exhausted, but the spiritual energy in the brain can still persist for a moment.
Shen Qing was idle, so he asked Xiang Tian: "What night is it today? Where are you now?"
A voice exploded like thunder, "It's been a hundred years now, and you just drifted to the bottom of the human world. Why, can't you hold on anymore?"
It turned out that he had come back here after going round and round. Ignoring Tiandao's doubts, a sense of desolation arose in Shen Qing's heart.
Unconsciously recalling the place where the dream began, the land of China, and those carefree years.
Shen Qing's vision gradually blurred, and he felt as if he had returned to his hometown again.
Yes, the story should start when I was nine years old.
Purpose: I hope to bring joy to everyone, and wish everyone a happy day