I was born in the Luding Sect, which is at the bottom of the world of immortality. The story begins with the despair of "Blood Moon Slaughtering the Cauldron" and ends with the hope of "the emergence of the Danguang". When creating, I always want to explore: How should the light of human nature bloom when people are regarded as "medicine"? The counterattack of the twin brothers and sisters is not only a resistance with force, but also the use of "refining medicine", the cruelest rule in the world of immortality, to reshape it into a power to save people. The grass and trees have spirit, and the essence and blood are not stained. May all the trampled lives be able to plant their own spring in the darkness.
