The Strange Tales of the Qing Dynasty

My left eye is full of ghosts, and I walk around the world carrying the abyss on my back. Behind him is the dying disciple, and in front of him is the lonely soul that has been sleeping for three thousand years. The night when my strange pupils opened, I realized that I was the container of the ancient sword spirit, and that the seven most desperate places in the world were all my crazy old friends. Purifying the abyss means eradicating human nature; retaining obsession will lead to the destruction of all human beings. "Master," the girl slit her wrists, "bet your path with my blood." The man in white clothes at the bottom of the pool chuckled at me: "It has been three thousand years, and you are finally here." And my half-mad mentor gave birth to his last child at the end of the abyss. In this pure world, you and I are both the two sides of obsession.