I was born into the lowest-ranking cauldron sect in the world of cultivation. The story begins in the despair of the “Blood Moon Cauldron Massacre” and ends in the hope of “Alchemical Light Illuminating the World.” Throughout the writing process, I kept returning to one question: when people are treated as “medicine,” how can the light of humanity shine? The twin siblings’ rise is not just a rebellion fought with strength. It is also about reshaping “alchemy,” the cruelest rule in the cultivation world, into a force that saves lives. Plants and trees have spirits, and vital essence is pure. May every life that has been trampled upon find a way to grow its own spring in the darkness.
