Six-Story Tower

"Who am I?" "Is Ancestor Star still there?" "What is my mission?" There was confusion in his star-blue eyes. The collision of technology and fantasy, the madness of mechanical creation, the peaceful but dangerous grassland... After going through all kinds of things, he finally wrote sonorously and forcefully in his notebook: "The Ancestral Star is still there." "I am the hope of the ancestral star, or it may be the despair. My mission is to watch." "I'm Xie Rong."