Mountain Mark Book Title

When Lu Zhixing woke up, he didn't know how long he had slept. There is a stone in my arms. Off-white, palm-sized, and very smooth. Later, there was a mark on the stone - the word "". It's not carved on it, it grows from within. After he burned it, buried it, and hid it in an iron box, he was still writing. He broke open the wall and saw the same person's name written all over the four stone walls. It took three hundred years to write. Not a penny is missing. This is not a monster. This is a book. I haven't finished writing yet, so I can't close it.