"The Taoist man covers the sky and the earth, is in all directions, and has eight extremes; too high to reach, too deep to reach..." The sound of the book quietly disappeared, and the old man in coarse brown clothes on the podium did not intend to explain why he stopped. Instead, he said to himself: The world is more wonderful than we imagined. Just like the greatest scientists today and all the metaphysicians, they cannot understand "where we come from and where we are going." They are opposites and cannot be reconciled. Scientists cannot prove that the movement of Qi gives warriors a power base far beyond ordinary people, and metaphysicians can never understand what the upper limit of mecha is.
"Where do we come from and where are we going..." This is a question that has no answer. It is this confusing question that made the author himself write down his "dream". Maybe what you and I lack is such a dream. There is heaven and earth, you and her dream.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
