Lan Xingyu

Blue Star is withered, but the last group of people are still there. Her name is Bai Mo. Man's last pathfinder. She flew a super-light spaceship, wore a lunar armor, and rushed into the cracks in time to find a star that could allow humans to survive. Beyond the rift lies a dead era. The skin is the earth, and the light is the sky. Monsters live by their names. The gods are sustained by resentment. She's not here to fight. But the last thing left in that era that was still usable was a body. There are two souls stuffed inside - one from Blue Star and one from ancient times. Two civilizations, one pair of bones. Two men, competing for her orders. She is the only one who can keep the two souls from fighting. It is also the last seed of mankind. She held the last handful of dirt in her hand. Is it enough to plant a new era? You'll know it when you see it.