Dust Age

In the first year of the Fengjing Charter, the five continents were divided and the princes fought. A down-and-out scholar who travels around the world, a soldier on the frontier who crawls out of a sea of ​​blood from a mountain of corpses, a female blacksmith who hammers on the northern ice fields, a young man who has become the world's eyes and ears from a tavern waiter, a practitioner who has lived for five hundred years but is still looking for the way to "return to his true nature" - five people who should not have met have been twisted into a rope by the troubled times. What they have to face is not a certain enemy, but the decay of an entire era: the old order has collapsed, a new order has not yet been established, and people's hearts are harder to build than city walls. Five people, five paths, eventually twisted into a rope. What they want to build is not a city or a country, but a whole set of order - laws, measures, schools, trade routes, steam, oceans, until someone looks up and sees the stars and asks: Over there? Some build cities and some destroy them. Some people write the law, and some people read the law. Some people cast their lives into a machine, and some people die on the last night before dawn. From the first iron sword to the first starship. There is no system, no rebirth, no golden finger from heaven. Only a group of people, in a world half the size of the earth, and people who use flesh and blood and mathematics to push the times forward, can make the impossible possible. ——"Chen Ji". Dust is the dust of dust, and era is the era of eras.