Alias of the work: Traveling through fantasy with three women
Fantasy writing is not about urban martial arts, group portraits, swordsmanship, time travel, no system, shady plot, unnatural identity, and invincibility.
In the world of Qing Ming, warriors have a low life.
It's cheap because fists and feet can't exchange for half a piece of spiritual stone, it's cheap because swords can't split the cage of the world, and it's even meaner because... I don't dare to stop, I don't dare to look back.
The wind is like a group of homeless wild ghosts, whimpering between the cracks of the dilapidated mountain gate, picking up the old incense ash on the ground, swirling
Taichu Sword Master! ………! Lord of the Ruins! ………!
We are not looking for answers, but fighting against a destiny that has already been determined!
