Twenty-Four Lotuses: the Awakening of the Poet Immortal

After three glasses of poisonous wine, Li Bai did not die. His shadow bloomed on the ground as a green lotus with twenty-four petals, only one of which was bright. A voice sounded from the depths of the soul: "The first petal is awake. The twenty-three petals are still waiting for you." Qu Yuan threw himself into the river not out of despair, but into a dimensional gap. Tao Yuanming wrote that Peach Blossom Spring is not a utopia, but a time safe. Wu Zetian erected a wordless monument out of humility, because every word she carved would be erased by the disaster of Guixu. There are also Su Shi, Wang Xizhi, Wu Daozi, Zhang Zhongjing... Those names that have left a strong mark on history are not ordinary people. They are the twenty-four scattered petals of the chaotic green lotus in the eternal blue sky. And the disaster of Guixu has come. It spreads from the end of time. Wherever it passes, existence becomes non-existence and memory becomes blank. What is unclear in the history books is that it was not that it was destroyed by war - it is that that period of history no longer exists. Li Bai must find the other twenty-three-petal lotus. Not to become a god, but to erect a monument for this world with poetry before being erased. "If even existence itself is going to disappear, then at least let me write a poem to prove that we were once here." When the twenty-four petals finally gathered together, Li Bai stood at the core of the Guixu Tribulation and saw the ultimate truth—— The twenty-fourth petal lotus is the Guixu Tribulation itself. It is not an enemy, it is Qinglian's last gift to herself: the experience does not exist. Only by experiencing non-existence can we truly understand existence. Li Bai smiled and picked up the last glass of wine: "Then let me give you a glass of wine." ——He is a poet, a drunkard, a prodigal son, and the first lotus. He wants to write back the forgotten people one by one.