Book of Lost Waters

After thousands of years of practice, Li Wangsheng finally glimpsed the door to ascension, but was shocked to realize that every time he broke through the realm, he would lose his memory. At the end of the immortal road, his Taoist heart was perfect, but he became a stranger in his life. On the eve of the thunder catastrophe of ascension, Li Wangsheng gave up his thousand years of hard work and insisted on going backwards in the river of time, vowing to find the "fragments of himself" scattered in the three thousand worlds. However, every recovered memory points to a truth that frightens him: his forgetfulness is not a catastrophe, but an ambition that spans the three realms thousands of years ago - he used himself as a sacrifice to seal the "traditional battle" that once caused the immortal gods to wither. When the seals of memory peel off layer by layer, the love, hatred and sins of the past reappear in the world. Should we continue to forget to maintain the fragile balance of the three realms, or should we face the past, bear all the causes and consequences, and rewrite this "Book of Lost Waters" written with life? Memory is identity, is forgetting redemption or betrayal?