A lightly ensemble-focused story, with no romantic pairing for the protagonist. Warm and healing, about salvation. Life and death are matters of fate, but fate lies not with the heavens, rather with all living beings.
A spirited young man, bold and carefree, finding joy even in hardship.
An unexpected upheaval throws the whole world into turmoil. Is it a crisis or an opportunity, or both? What brought it about?
She withers beneath the rain, then is born again among the vines.
As raindrops beat against her, she makes a few simple snips with the scissors in her hand. With a casual flick, twenty-one little paper figures land on the ground in neat rows, craning their heads to look up at their master, their expressions adorably earnest.
A man-eating demon who carves out hearts and slices flesh, an evil cultivator by nature.
Children who endure endless suffering yet support one another; a beautiful young woman bent on dying; children who are innocent and naive, yet steadfast in protecting each other; clumsiness and hope.
A desperate child grabs the only vine within reach in the mire and meets a kind-hearted god.
“My name is Su Jun. I’m a member of the Dragon Clan, and I’m your child.” The little girl, covered in shackles, looks up at the young man resting in a reclining chair. Her golden eyes shine brightly, filled only with affection and admiration for him.
In the Upper Realm, the butcher wears a mask, while beneath it is a radiant young man, a product of profit and greed.
A child with dreadful aptitude eventually becomes a peerless prodigy. It is compassion, a miracle, and the result of blood and sweat.
A carefree young master from an aristocratic family, born at the very top of the pyramid, steadfast and kind with a bright future ahead, yet he sinks into darkness.
On the path of cultivation, some race ahead, some crawl forward with all their strength, some stand still, bewildered as they stare at the trails of blood, and some become bones by the roadside, eventually scattered throughout the world.
With endless lifespans, can you hold on to your true self? With a finite life, will you live for yourself?
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