Return from the Night Grave

Hou Yi's bow has been covered in dust for thousands of years, and a double seal has locked a past of broken mountains and rivers. In the past, the Taoist government collapsed, traitors broke out, relatives were separated, old friends died, and the young man was wrapped in overwhelming pain and slept for eternity. Once he woke up and the ancient bow was in his hand, he lived in the imperial capital, buried in ancient books and pavilions, and used the broken pages of ink and ink as clues to uncover the truth buried by time. A blank piece of paper, a divine bow, and an eternal obsession. Her soft but decisive murmur seems to still be echoing in my ears. It spans eternity and is clear to the bone: "Master, if you want to live... You must live."