Qingdu

The deep space exploration ship "Zhuangzi" tracks a set of impossible signals - its frequency happens to be the reference pitch of the "Yellow Bell" in the ancient Chinese twelve rhythms. The end of the signal is not the celestial body marked on the star map. It is a giant tree that holds up the sky. Pale golden light flowed down from every leaf, illuminating the palace built on the branches, illuminating the waterfall and the Rainbow Bridge, illuminating the figure flying with the sword - and the flash of pain in Yun Lan's eyes after the spacecraft crashed into the branches. Captain Lin Zhe didn't know that the cloud pattern jade pendant on his chest was exactly the same as the one in Yun Lan's hand. He only knows that his grandfather said when he gave it to him: This thing is older than our family itself. The two concentric rings were split into two as part of the "Ark Project" thousands of years ago. Half traveled across the sea of ​​stars with the voyagers and turned into the sacred tree here; the other half stayed on the earth, guarding the same promise from generation to generation. It lasts for ten thousand years. The promised return date has come, but the sacred tree is withering irreversibly. Lin Zhe tried to use the electrical energy of the spacecraft to connect the spiritual veins of the sacred tree - this was the first time that technology and spirituality resonated at the same frequency. And when the holographic projection unfolds the stars of the earth in the night sky of the Divine Tree Realm, and when the image of the Ark setting sail corresponds one-to-one with the symbols of Nuwa mending the sky and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, a truth that has been forgotten for thousands of years emerges. Lin Zhe finally understood that the character "Gui" that his grandfather taught him to write has Zhi on the left and broom on the right. Walk back with a broom and sweep the road clean. That's not asking him to go home. It was for him to reopen a road that had been broken for thousands of years. The farthest voyage is not from the earth to the sacred tree world. It is from a person's obsession to his relief.