In the end times.

Where the river flows, the banks are no longer lifeless wastelands, but vibrant oases.

The water is as clear as a mirror, the rocks and fish at the bottom of the river are clearly visible, and the air is filled with a long-lost freshness.

Wherever the river flows, the cracked land becomes soft and the dilapidated villages regain vitality.

This awakened river, like a mother's arm, gently caresses the people on both sides of the river.

It has been flowing for three hundred years, and it has never stopped flowing for three hundred years.

On the bank of a river near the Suzaku base, a green field is being irrigated by river water.

An old farmer was bent over, busy in the fields.

His hands were covered with cracked old silkworms, and his face was full of wrinkles from wind and sand, but his eyes were full of light.

"This water is divine!"

He looked up and sighed.

"It turned out that nothing could be grown on this land, but now look how well the bean sprouts are growing!"

He patted the soil at his feet gently, as if he was caressing his own child.

"This river saved us and our future generations."

The river behind him flowed gently, as if responding to his sigh.

The children nearby ran over, holding vegetables they had just pulled out of the ground.

"Grandpa! The vegetables have grown bigger and are so tender!"

The little girl shouted happily with a long-lost smile on her face.

The old farmer smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits:

"Go wash up quickly, we'll have vegetable pancakes for lunch today!"

The children ran excitedly to the river and washed the vegetables in their hands with the clear river water.

The sunlight shines on their faces, reflecting their smiles. This scene makes people almost forget that this is the end of the world.

On another river bank, a young water-based mutant stood by the river.

He waved his hand lightly, and a stream of water leaped up from the river, swirling in the air as if it were alive.

The current was mixed with some garbage and decaying matter that had been washed into the river.

"It looks like there's a lot of work to do today."

The young man sighed softly, but there was no trace of boredom on his face.

He moved his fingers slightly, and the water flow gathered the garbage together and suspended it in the air.

He waved his hand and threw the garbage into the treatment device on the shore, and then continued to control the water flow to clean out the silt at the bottom of the river bit by bit.

"This river gives us the chance to survive, so we have to protect it," he said with a determined look.

Behind him, a team of psychics with awakened water abilities were busy clearing pollutants from the river.

Their movements were skillful and tacit, and everyone regarded this job as a sacred mission.

"The river water is getting clearer day by day, and the fish are returning."

A psychic said, wiping the sweat off his face.

“Maybe it has a spirit.”

The young water-based psychic spoke softly, looking down at the river with a hint of respect in his eyes.

Elsewhere on the river bank, a brand new stone tablet was erected beside the river.

Carved on the stone tablet is a line of large characters: "The great river's grace is everlasting."

There are many flowers and simple offerings placed under the monument, which are sent by people who are grateful for the river's kindness.

On top of the stone tablet, Gu Man’s name was engraved in a particularly prominent manner.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the stone tablet, staring at it quietly, with some emotion in his eyes.

"If there was no Gu Man, there would be no river, and we would not be here today."

He said softly, turning to look at his wife and children beside him, his tone full of gratitude.

"She is everyone's savior."

The wife nodded and placed a bunch of wild flowers in front of the tombstone:

"Yeah, everyone owes her a thank you."

The river breeze blew gently, petals fluttered, and the stone tablet stood by the river, like a guardian's monument, quietly gazing at the land.

The Suzaku base was not far from a river, and the awakened river water was like a lifeline, pulling it back from despair.

There used to be only tens of thousands of survivors here, but now, thanks to the nourishment of the river, there are 5 million survivors.

Inside the base, farmland gradually recovered, land was reclaimed, small markets began to appear on the streets, and the lives of the survivors gradually stabilized.

Han Qiong stood on the high platform of the base, gazing far away at the flowing river, his heart filled with emotion.

“This is a magical river.”

Han Qiong spoke softly, with Song Lufeng standing beside him.

"Over the years, it has helped Suzaku Base overcome difficulties time and time again."

She turned to look at Song Lufeng, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes:

"Sometimes I even wonder if it has a spirit."

Song Lufeng smiled faintly but did not answer.

His gaze passed Han Qiong and looked towards the river in the distance, with an elusive meaning hidden in his deep eyes.

The survivors of Xuanwu Base and Suzaku Base began to relocate.

Due to limited resources, half of the 5 million people at Suzaku Base decided to go to Xuanwu Base, while the other half chose to stay.

Those who remained put it simply:

"As long as we guard this river, we can survive."

They began to farm, fish and build houses along the river, treating this land as their new home.

Han Qiong stood at the exit of the base, watching the team leaving, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"We've been through so much, but there is hope."

She whispered, with some relief in her voice.

Song Lufeng nodded:

"Suzaku Base has been reborn. This river will protect you."

Han Qiong nodded and watched him leave.

The team at Xuanwu Base started to set out again to look for the last base - Qinglong Base.

They traveled along the river, and everything they saw and heard was shocking.

The river water is clear, both banks are covered with green plants, wild flowers are swaying in the wind, and countless busy figures appear on the former wasteland.

Some people built simple wooden houses by the river, which became their new homes;

Some people use river water to wash vegetables and irrigate fields;

There were also children chasing and playing by the river with happy smiles on their faces.

This awakened river is as gentle and powerful as a mother, nurturing the people on both sides and spreading vitality across the earth.

Song Lufeng stood at the front of the team, looking far into the direction of the flowing river with a deep gaze.