Tomb Keeper in the Wilderness

The universe is a withering sacred tree reaching the sky. The gods sing high in the tree crowns and enjoy the essence of the sun and moon; mortals rot at the roots of the trees and compete for the leftovers. Young Lin Hao picked up an extinguished ancient bronze lamp in the sea of ​​​​blood in the mountain of corpses. This is an equivalent exchange across time and space. Firewood is used as a sacrifice to reflect the heavens. Burn money to get the master's martial arts; burn longevity to get taboo magical powers; burn national luck to get the eternal truth. Whatever you gain must bear its weight. The brighter the lights, the darker the shadows behind them. In order not to be swallowed up by the obsession with the dead, he carried the coffin and walked in the wilderness through the long night to fulfill the wishes of the dead and bury the heroic spirits. Until that day, the upper realm cuts off the roots of the trees and cuts off the connection between heaven and earth. Lin Hao stood on the ruins and used his body as a core to light the ancient lamp. Behind him, billions of legendary heroes who had died long ago stood up with swords drawn and roared at the high gods. I remember, so you will live forever. I guard the tomb of the civilization of the old era and light the lamp for the dawn of the new world.