Blood is refined into pills, filth into artifacts, human bones into blades and swords, and flesh into visages.
What does cultivating immortality mean? It means cultivating people. If people can take pills, then they can naturally be refined into pills, too.
If Heaven and Earth remain at peace, with a beloved at my side, all things are no more than rotten flies in decay. What does it matter if I cast them aside? What could they do about it?
Right is not right, evil is not evil. The River of Forgetfulness holds endless knots that defy untangling.
Strange is not a game, ordinary is not a gut. Clear eyes behold the Cowherd.
Officials are like savage tigers, devouring people’s dreams. All one can say is that the word “tragedy” says it all.
This book, Six Thousand Six Hundred and Sixty-Six, knows how to review it.
After reading it, I wanted to die because this should be a book only found in heaven.
It's so sweet, suitable for dinner, and the text is refreshing. The protagonist will not be delayed by friends and relatives, and the protagonist's goals are clear. It is suitable for novices who have not read many books. It is relatively novel and will not get tired of it.
A very good dinner article.
It's pretty good. The more I watch it, the more addictive it becomes.
Interesting content and unique world view