High Martial: With This Spear, I Shall Be Remembered for All Ages

[A finely written high-martial-arts novel, a rare classic that is absolutely worth following!] Mo Ming dreamed of a sea of fire. The sky and earth had burned a blazing red, flecked with black clouds and charred soil. Sparks and thick smoke rose from the ground like dead souls, while birds and debris fell helplessly from the sky like stray arrows. No one cried out. There was only the crackling of flames beside him and the rumble of a nearby skyscraper collapsing. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, mingling with the taste of blood in his nose as he breathed it into his lungs. At the center of this apocalyptic scene stood a black tower. It loomed silently, like a giant demon in the depths of hell. “What… is that…?” Mo Ming reached out toward the tower, only to realize in shock that he could no longer feel his right hand. As the flames danced, a dazzling glint flashed in his eyes. Following the beam of light, he spotted a shard of broken glass. In it, he saw his battered reflection. His right arm was gone, as was the right side of his face. The gaping wound had already developed a charred, carbonized layer, and not even a single drop of red blood remained to fall… His memories slowly awakened. “Ah… I see. I failed again this time, didn't I…?” Mo Ming smiled helplessly, the corners of his eyes already lined with weariness and age. “Then… let's try again…” [Application received] [Application approved] [Consciousness simulation, run number 922458, starting]