Can anyone tell me about this broken world? And can anyone tell me where to find the light in it?
Immortals? Ha. Buddhas? Hah. They're nothing but hypocritical symbols, flaunting their lofty authority. But that won't last. I want the immortals to stop acting so superior. I want the Buddhas to stop being so hypocritical. I want everyone who stands in the way of my search for my own dream to be reduced to ash!
My status? My grandeur? My dignity? They're all just clouds. I don't care about them. They're utterly irrelevant.
Maybe running away is the right choice. Fighting only leaves blood behind. I want to run, but I don't know where to go. I want to fight, but I don't know if I should stain my blade with blood again.
I don't want to live in despair. I want to choose my own freedom!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
