I Wrote History, but I Forgot

[What you inherit is exactly what you created] Jiang Yan, a loser with blocked sword veins, has awakened the forbidden power of seeing the memory of all things. He saw: the so-called world of immortality is just the ruins of ancient civilization; the vast spiritual energy is the remaining energy network; and the ascension that thousands of people are chasing is actually the preset recycling program of civilization... What's even more ridiculous is that he was bound by the [Civilization Heritage System] and his mission was actually to return to the mythical "Golden Age" and spread the lost truth back to the past. As a result, modern archaeologists have become the sowers of previous generations. He used the pseudonym "Wen Yan" to enlighten the ignorant sword ancestor with a "formula" that transcended the times; he left notes that became an inexhaustible treasure for future generations. Until he saw his real name engraved on the epitaph in an ancient tomb of an immortal. Jiang Yan finally understood that the doomsday he was fighting came from the fire he had sown with his own hands; the legend he was pursuing was actually the footprints he had walked. This is an epic that becomes its own myth.