A man with a heart of stone, an undying stone heart bound to him by ties from ten thousand years ago, and a spirit blade concealing the power to destroy the world.
Can an unwavering Dao heart truly lead one to the Great Dao? And what is the meaning of seeking the Dao?
From the moment the meteor shower appeared, the world was destined for turbulent times. One thought is born, one thought perishes. The Buddha begins as a demon, and the demon’s journey ends as a Buddha.
The perfect beginning comes when the wind rises and red blossoms fall. When blood trickles from the corner of one’s eye, everything is done for the sake of survival.
Even peerless weapons of evil merely follow the hearts of those who wield them. Even one born to kill can let go of their obsession. But what, after all, is love?
At the moment of slaughtering the heavens and destroying the earth, all he thinks of is their first meeting. The day he lays down his butcher’s knife is the day the great calamity arrives!
Who, exactly, lies in the coffin of ice and fire? And is the stone tablet truly a book of the Great Dao?
When the journey begins anew, who is controlling everything? Is there truly reincarnation, hidden beyond our sight?
The tragedy from ten thousand years ago was, it turns out, merely the result of desire in the heart. The ties that cannot be severed are the deadliest of all.
When at last everything returns to peace, may life be as it was at the first meeting, and the years pass in serenity!
There is no idea. The main character is mentally retarded. You can tell by looking at it. The author should fix it quickly.
I just can't kill a fucking person. It's like this for a while. Is the killer playing with it? I can't kill him anyway. You can write it yourself and play with it. I can't stand it anymore.