I Actually Come from Ancient Times

That era has long since passed away. The world has changed dramatically, and demons and monsters are raging. The human race is weak, has no power to resist, and is in danger. Until the flint burned, the human race ushered in hope. Finally, the human race went from surviving to becoming prosperous and powerful. But the power and glory made humans forget the beginning. The human race no longer respects life. A little flint, the fire of the human race, the fire of inheritance, has not been ignited again for a long time. That day, Jingyang woke up. That night, when the snowflakes fell and plum blossoms bloomed on the branches, he understood everything... "I actually come from ancient times?"