Library

At the end of the bustling streets of Chang'an City, there is an old storyteller sitting on a small desk. His eyes are completely blind, and his face is like dry bark, covered with traces of time. He has his hands folded in his sleeves, and his face is as plain as the cloud patterns on the wall. He is never sad or happy.

The end of civilization is destruction, and the end of destruction is rebirth! This is a barren continent that has been silent for hundreds of millions of years. Until an ark from the human world returned and broke the beautiful silence on this day.