The Power of Space

The hatchet in Qingyuan Town could only split dead branches after autumn. Wang Cheng guarded the stove fire at Fulai Inn, and his third aunt's millet porridge warmed the cold and heat for sixteen years. Until the meteorite from outside the sky shattered the peace and tranquility of Fulai Inn. During the battle between the monks, his three uncles and three aunts died tragically. The mysterious induction of the meteorite allowed Wang Cheng to survive. Where does the future go? What is the connection between this meteorite and myself? "Would you like to follow me?" Wang Cheng looked in the direction of the capital, clenching his hands, rain mixed with tears, as if he had made up his mind...