Before I became an immortal, I was a clean person. The immortal family said that I had some wisdom and could prove immortality. After cultivating immortality, my memory disappeared. I searched for the erased memories in the long night, but I only saw the slowly blooming dream at the end of the world, the devil under the black giant hand, the blind madman on the road to the third life, and the old man struggling in the bitter water under the Naihe Bridge.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
