“My youth has faded…”
“I’ll marry you!”
“I don’t have much time left…”
“I’ll stay by your side!”
“I’m a fraud…”
“I love you!”
“It’s so dark. I can barely see you anymore…”
“Stay right there. All you need to do is keep smiling. I’ll split the sky with my sword!”
Mortals seek immortality and the Dao, wielding swords to soar through the skies. Cultivators pursue greater power, meditating in seclusion and severing their ties to love.
They refine pills, command beasts, and study the Dao, spells, and talismans, yet in the end, they cannot match the races born with long lives and extraordinary gifts.
Beastfolk, insectfolk, ghostfolk, littlefolk, and giants are born powerful, and seek only to become stronger. They invade, plunder, and slaughter without mercy. They summon spirits, wield innate divine strength, grow young again, and inherit memories. Human life means nothing to them…
He seeks only a little warmth!
What is an immortal? Eternal life? An undying body and soul? If she is not there to warm him, what meaning can eternal life hold?
In this vast world, what are you seeking?
