The Sky Is Cracked

Wedge There were three holes in the sky. At the first crack, a piece of iron fell from the sky. At the second crack, a bone fell from the sky. At the third crack, a sentence fell from the sky - no one heard it clearly, but everyone who heard it had a dream all night. Someone kept calling a name in the dream. Shen Ye didn't know that name belonged to him. He was just the lowest-ranking tablet carver in Tianji Pavilion. He carved tablets for twelve years and cost 36,000 yuan. Until the last knife fell, all the words he had carved disappeared - they returned to him. He was expelled from the division and headed for the rift. There is a silent city at the end of the crack, and in the city lives a child who tells the truth. The child said: The key is in the monument. The child said: You are the key. Three hundred years are locked on the back of the sky. Locking his body, locking the last breath of the old world, locking the wooden horse with a broken leg in the hands of a three-year-old child. The door is about to open. Who will make up for it? Who will break it? Who will - make the door a door?