Traveler of the Lost River

Memory is a river, and the forgotten time flows quietly. On the banks of the Shichuan River, the young man Shen Anhui picked up the first fragment of memory. From then on, he saw the cracks in the skills, heard the cry of the magic weapon, and touched the texture of the rules of the world. From family outcasts to loopholes in the rules, everything is revealed at his fingertips. When the entire dream was about to erase him, he chuckled: "Now that I remember it, I will never forget it."