There Is a Door at the Bottom of the River

My father died on the day of the spring tide, leaving me with only half a piece of embankment stone inscribed with ancient inscriptions. My name is Jiang Nian, the embankment guard of Laozhou Embankment in Jiangcheng, and the fifth generation of the Jiang family. The spiritual energy is revived, everyone is awakening, taking advantage of the tide to practice, and establish sects. I only have one thing to do - guard this section of the embankment and prevent it from collapsing. My anchor is called "sharing": when the tide comes, I lead it to myself and then back to the river. There are three hundred households behind the embankment, and I can't miss any of them. The practice bureau solicited offers, but I declined. The Juling Group wanted to demolish the embankment and buy land, but I refused. Someone asked me what I was drawing. The people behind my embankment can sleep peacefully until dawn. My father did the same thing back then. He didn't come back. It's my turn.