Tianyaomu

It's really a treasure trove of new books on urban cultivation! The combination of supernatural elements and urban cultivation is particularly clever. The setting of the Buddhist female writer with supernatural physique and the ghost king Taoist priest who has been guarding for thousands of years is so poignant. The fateful beginning of the train passing by each other and the foreshadowing of the New Year's Eve bell instantly filled the story with a sense of atmosphere. The rhythm of the plot is well controlled, and there is a small suspense in each chapter that makes people want to continue reading. Although there are not many words at the moment, the character image has been established. The contrast between the heroine's Buddhist style and the Taoist priest's sense of thousand-year protection are vividly portrayed. The author's writing style is also very smooth, without jerky expressions. I look forward to the intertwining of supernatural cases and cultivation lines in the subsequent plot.

The urban novel in the early stage of "Tianyaomu" is foreshadowed from the perspective of the heroine. The foreshadowing is deep and the fog is thick, all of which are the prelude to the fate of the later chapters. The essence of the whole book is in the middle and late stages: the male protagonist carries the blood and bones of a saint, his soul is torn apart, he is trapped in reincarnation for thousands of lives, and he is willing to defy heaven and gather his soul for thousands of lives for the sake of love. The pen and ink also describe the sufferings of the world and Taoist rituals, from the ups and downs of the world of mortals to the turmoil of mountains and rivers, and the uprising. The characters are full of three-dimensionality, the plot is reversed layer by layer, and the pattern becomes more and more grand as it goes on. It is a fateful ancient fairy tale that slowly becomes addictive and becomes more amazing the more you read. I suggest you watch male videos directly from Chapter 50. I was forced to write it when I was brain-controlled by an old lady in hallucinations when I was sick. I am too lazy to change it now.