Travelers Without Ruins

What if death is not the end, but the beginning of a legacy? In 3050, the 18th batch of clones, No. 0927, Passed through a black hole and fell into a strange world. There is no system here, no chance. There are only eternal day and night. The day here is like burning, and the night is like a tomb. The line of dawn and dusk cuts the sky and the earth into white and black. He inherited the memory of the previous body and buried the blood seed in the Firebird's chest - that was the ultimate mutation concealed by the biological company: omnipotent differentiation. A corpse may be a clone, and a death may be an inheritance. When the sci-fi future collides with the fantasy cultivator, can he use his blood to carve his own path in this strange continent?