The setting sun is like blood, casting its glow on the mottled desk, reflected upon a calendar.
Zhang Baiduan sits at the desk, his youthful features still apparent, a clean school uniform accentuating the steadiness and wistfulness in his eyes.
Within this thirteen-year-old middle school student's body lies a soul tempered by the frost and turmoil of five hundred years of chaotic times.
He reaches out with trembling hands, brushing over the clear numbers on the calendar.
So familiar, yet so distant!
"This is... five hundred years ago!"
"I... have been reborn!"
The tumultuous scenes of five hundred years of chaos surge into his mind, vivid as if yesterday.
Suffering, struggle, despair, rising...
"Changes among the stars, the Mecha Catastrophe, the shattering of Earth Star, ancient immortals of foreign realms..."
He murmurs inwardly, each word weighed with endless sighs.
"Truly, it was disaster upon disaster, heaven collapsing, earth shattering!"
