There is no protagonist, Long Aotian. There are countless darkness hidden in reality. Don't be filled with refreshing fantasies all day long. This is a kind of poisonous chicken soup in itself. Accept the truest self. There is no past and present life in this world.
There is only blood and profit in the world, and the feelings as strong as a rock only last for a moment. Only eternity is the end of all things. The destiny is cleared, the weirdness reappears, the abyss of the world, the fighting in hell, blood and profit, there is no daylight.
Man, you don't believe in God. The so-called heaven is just the fantasy of dying people before they die. The so-called hell is just a human world that is about to become disordered. The so-called gods are just the spiritual sustenance that cowardly people need when they are confused and desperate. The only one we can rely on is ourselves.
Death is not the end of everything. I am more afraid of losing everything I have than dying.
I already have family, love, and friendship. Too many ties will only affect the path I pursue.
Most people are visual animals, with shallow and arrogant cognition. They only judge by appearance and have no understanding of the hidden parts. Only the third person can clarify.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
