A single word can take a life.
A phrase can be worth a fortune.
A sentence can level mountains and seas.
A poem can determine the fate of the land.
What would happen if an overwhelmingly powerful silver-tongued talker appeared in this world?
A bizarre parallel world, outwardly prosperous as a painting, yet concealing the signs of chaos. Demons and monsters run rampant, storms rage in every direction, East and West mingle, and talented people emerge in droves. A hundred schools of thought contend, each with its own brilliance.
To the east, Gu poison, zombies, gods, ghosts, and grudges. To the west, wolves, bats, snakes, scorpions, and schemes. To the south, magic, wood, demons, nightmares, and desire. To the north, saints, monsters, knights, spirits, and formations.
Some wield swords to slay a thousand demons. Some swing blades to cut down ten thousand fiends. Some shatter countless calamities with sheer force. Some wield magic that reaches the heavens.
Here, you will find the world you can imagine, as well as the world you can't.
Like a coin, it appears to have only two sides, heads and tails, yin and yang. But no one can ignore the part that connects them. On the road, they call it the middleman. In books, they call it the keeper of order. Here, they call it the Way of No Return.
Why shouldn't the king of trash talk be able to forge an unconventional path through a troubled age?
Is it harmony, or cooperation?
It's not up to me to say, and it's not up to you either…
There was no road in the world to begin with. When enough people walk the same way, it becomes a road.
I didn't exist in the world to begin with. When enough people look at me, I come to exist.
This is a story steeped in melancholy. Dear readers, tread carefully.
If you get lost in it, you're on your own.
