The Ember Sea

Wujuzhou floats on a sea that is burning but has no temperature. Six hundred years ago, the sun in the sky was broken into twelve "day nails" by the ancient kings and nailed to the edge of the continent. Then the day was fixed and history was fixed. After a person dies, the name will precipitate from the bones and become a measurable "name salt"; the heavier the name, the more powerful it is in commanding matter, but the easier it is to be remembered by the world and pursued by the enemy. In the past hundred years, the twelve day nails have been extinguished one by one. Every time one is extinguished, a piece of land becomes "anonymous": the roads no longer lead to the original place, relatives forget each other, the law loses its object, and the dead sit up from their graves to look for the people who once called them. All camps thought that as long as they captured the last day nail, they could rule the world, but they didn't know that what the day nail really nailed was a god sleeping under the Sea of ​​Embers.