Mr. Changhe

Immortality in this world is never an immortal skin, it is year after year, someone remembers it. The twelve Daxuanhuang eras are a cycle of one and a half million years. In troubled times, wasteland arises, and dim lights illuminate lonely shadows. Li Hao, a traveler who lost his memory, woke up from a swamp and dense forest with only a rusty old lamp by his side. He has seen civilization break ground from scratch, bronze pave the way, and gold reach the top; I also personally experienced the collapse of the prosperous age, the exhaustion of spiritual energy, and the destruction of all ages. He watched the mortals illuminated by his own hands transform into sword saints and healers, watched the prosperous ages rise and fall to dust, watched the seas turn into ruins, and all living beings reincarnate. People in the world seek immortality, strive to ascend, seize the pinnacle, and strive for eternal invincibility. Only Li Hao is not a genius, nor a saint, but a passerby in the world. He guards a herb hall, an old jujube tree, and an old lamp that never goes out. Others want to survive the calamity and seek eternity; He traveled through the twelve eras, keeping memories every year. Millions of years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and all the gods and gods have returned to ruins, and everything has been forgotten by the years. He is the only one who remembers all the stories. Only that light has been on since the beginning of the book, shining to the end of the long river, and has never been extinguished.