[My heartfelt thanks to the one and only friend who urged me to update while I was writing. I’m sorry I let you down.]
[Sorry, my writing still needs work, and I’m still hesitating. Updates will be very, very slow, but I won’t abandon the story completely, I promise.] The twin Heavenly Daos nurtured by the Ancestral God at the creation of the world finally chose opposing sides after the First Gods repeatedly sacrificed themselves to save the collapsing realms.
She is the embodiment before his eyes, and his “heart” came into being because of her.
A god’s “desires” are shackles; a beating “heart” is the meaning of being alive.
An endless divine existence, with comings and goings, meetings and partings.
In this world, my heart has its attachments.
[This is not a traditional cultivation fantasy. Think of it as a chaotic everyday-life stew wrapped in a supernatural tale. The world won’t end; the story will simply go on and on.
Because “as one wanes, another waxes,” because of “balance.”]
[There will be foreshadowing, but nothing too obscure, since the story is told from a god’s perspective.]
[For a quick start, skip ahead to Chapter 61 and read the story of the Wuxiang Pavilion.]
