Floating Dreams and Dusty Life

The sacred tree has long since withered like charcoal, and only the world fruit hanging at the top, with the faint light leaking from the cracks in the fruit shell, maintains the last vitality of this world. The sacred tree tribe that used to protect the world died due to depletion of spiritual resources and cannibalism. Since then, the world has evolved into two worlds: spirit and human. The spiritual resources are becoming increasingly scarce. The spiritual world is looking forward to the reincarnation of the world fruit to stabilize the troubled world. "So dark..." The moment the World Fruit broke out of its shell, tens of thousands of eyes from the spiritual world gathered together, and the sounds of admiration and expectation rang through the clouds. But the consciousness that awakened in the shell - Yu Yixuan in the future, felt uncomfortable all over. He simply said "forbidden spirit" indifferently, gave up his divinity, and joined an ordinary person in the mortal world. The move to defy the heavens and ban the gods was eventually backfired. When Yu Yixuan was born, he was thin, weak, and had innate deficiencies. He had been inseparable from medicine since he was a child. Only his height was different from ordinary people. He grew to more than seven feet in elementary school. Later, he used the remaining original will to shape his body. He is talented but full of playfulness, and is strictly controlled by his mother. Only painting can relieve his loneliness. His paintings are full of wonders from the era of the sacred tree. His dream of being a painter was the light in his heart. However, due to his family's financial difficulties, he was forced to put away his paintbrush and went into a factory to work in an endless cycle. Long-term stress caused him to suffer from severe insomnia, and he was surrounded by trivial noises every night, making it difficult to fall asleep. Today, Yu Yixuan shuttles between factories and rental houses with heavy dark circles under his eyes. He has long forgotten that he is the fruit of the spiritual world, and only has the humble wish to "sleep peacefully and pick up his paintbrush again." He didn't know that the divinity engraved in the bones and blood had never dissipated. It was in the state of a seed, waiting for the day of awakening, stirring up the world.