Observation

The ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, a border town in northern Xinjiang. The young man Lu Shiming squatted in the snow, drew a circle for himself with dead branches, and broke off half a piece of hard wheat cake. Seventeenth birthday, no candles, no wine, no one remembers it. Then the sky split. A purple crack tore open the northern sky, and the jade plaque his mother left him felt hot on his chest. A dying veteran of the Ba Chu Army crawled up to him and put a blood-red residual seal into his hand: "They lied to you... You are not..." The words were not finished. From that moment on, Lu Shiming was involved in a chess game that spanned eight hundred years. He is forced to embark on a journey - every step of the way will witness the horror of a power reaching its extreme. Skeletons are still chopping each other on the ancient battlefield of Pojun, there is no one in Shouyi's frozen fortress, in the perfect world of Datong everyone is smiling but no one speaks, and at the end of the gluttonous feast is a hunger that can never be satisfied. Eighteen paths of destiny are like eighteen rivers running through the world, and at the end of each path there is a terrible end point - the return to ruins. And he must traverse them, understand them, and then choose not to jump in front of them. At the end of the road, there is a man named Song Linyuan. His "senior brother" - the seventh container created by the same plan, the only remnant who survived the destruction of the old world. He wants Guixu to come and everything to start again. "Don't get too cold." This is the only thing Song Linyuan said to Lu Shiming many years ago. Many years later, Lu Shiming stood at the entrance of Guixu and returned these words to him.