"The immortal drinks blood and laughs, but the child is cold in the well."
Heaven is unkind and regards all things as stupid dogs. When the aloof immortals turned into bloodthirsty wolves, killing in the name of "the way of heaven", the Zhang family was guilty of possessing a jade and was instantly destroyed. Zhang Fan, a seven-year-old child, was blindfolded by his mother with a blood-stained cloth and pushed into a dry well, just to isolate himself from the indifferent gaze of the immortal god as he drank blood - that one look was like an eternity in hell.
Zhang Fan, who survived the catastrophe, had hair as white as snow and black eyes tangled with black cloth. He was burdened with the blood feud that destroyed his family and the "gas of destruction of heaven" coveted by immortal gods, struggling in this purgatory world where demons were rampant and immortality collapsed. He walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and experienced the harshness of the world. Sometimes he was like a sane and wise man who had an insight into the world, and sometimes like a crazy man who was writing and weeping blood. A dry pen and a piece of rough paper are his only weapons and an outlet for him to vent his overwhelming hatred and endless compassion.
**Weeps blood in his pen, but hides his edge in his painting. ** He painted the cold boy at the bottom of the well, and a hundred years later the sword opened to the thirty-third heaven; he wrote about the injustice in the world, and the blood seeping from the ink stains frightened ghosts and gods. The world either fears or respects him, calling him a "crazy scholar". He was alone, but he taught a peerless immortal who shook the world; he could not see, but he used his pen as a plow, silently plowing the foundation of this decaying world, rewriting the history that had been smeared by immortals and demons.
When the melee between the three realms of immortals, demons, and demons breaks out again, a century-old beacon burns out the sky, and the world is about to overthrow. That crazy figure with white hair and blindfolded eyes, amidst the mountains of corpses and sea of blood, and the mourning of all souls, one day inspired the supreme principles of heaven and earth, and he sat on the ground and had an epiphany.
**"If the way of heaven is unfair, I will write it down myself! If the world is unfair, I will make it right!"**
He replaced Heaven's heart with his own heart, and transformed it with his own way
Reader comments
So far so good.
There are too many adjectives, too many inner activities, and the narrative is a bit long-winded. That's the problem!
The writing is very good, why doesn't anyone read it?
So far so good.
There are too many adjectives, too many inner activities, and the narrative is a bit long-winded. That's the problem!
The writing is very good, why doesn't anyone read it?