Weird Story About Rules: I Sacrifice My Flesh and Blood to the Abyss

Building No. 444 Of Xingfu Community hides the last seal in the world. I am Chen Mo, the 140th generation Anchor of the Trace. In a hundred years of reincarnation, all 139 predecessors sacrificed their flesh and blood, and their souls were scattered, and they were eventually forgotten by the world. Yuan He was dormant behind the door and whispered, the rules imprisoned me as a lonely sacrifice, the bones were withered, the soul was buried in living ashes, and even the shadow was bleeding. I once thought that the fate of an anchor was to bear the abyss alone until death. Until I caught a glimpse of two dependent lights and shadows inside the door - that was my mother. A hundred years ago, she tore apart my soul with her own hands to protect me as an infant. Half of her body was guarding the rules of the Light Anchor, and half of her body was watching over the world for her regrets. We looked at each other across the door and haven't said a word for a hundred years. The shackles of 140 reincarnations, the mania of the abyssal core swallowing the world, the numb forgetfulness of human beings... This time, I'm not going to be the guardian of the rules. Use flesh and blood as ink, bone patterns as pen, tear up old rules and rewrite destiny. I do not want one person to sacrifice, but all to share the burden; Don't sacrifice and be obliterated, but protect and have echoes; Don't let the abyss swallow up the world, let the stars light up the way home. When the shadows around the world shimmer at the same time, when the old doors turn into towering trees, when memories condense into constellations in the night sky—— The anchor has stepped down and is guarded by the public. I sacrifice my flesh and blood to the abyss to exchange for the human world, and there is new life every year.