The Ultimate Self in the World of Mortals

The wind rises and the clouds fall, where does the self exist? There are no scenery and no memories on the road of mortals. In the vast starry sky, there is also my world. Use thoughts as swords, energy as strength, and eyes to penetrate the world of mortals. Your own existence is not determined by others. Transcendence in the limit, washing on the road of mortals. The wind often blows far away, and only myself is always far away. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.