Ten Years Chapter 3 The dream has not faded yet, now I am writing to continue the chapter for my old friend.
This used to be our Chang'an City, East Bay, and Netherworld River - now the ink is full and the thread of life is rewoven.
The white-bone demon who was supposed to die with three sticks had new possibilities in his eyes; the Monkey King who crushed the sky had an extra moment of hesitation under the golden cudgel.
He is Mo Qingming, the last painting soul in the world. He once had five names: Ye Xing, Gu Jiu, Qing Yi, Mo Ran, and Elegy - every role we have ever played, finally condensed into the same soul:
Using the soul as ink, every time the lifeline is changed, a memory is lost forever. The determination to walk at night, the melancholy of Gujiu, the wandering of Qingyi, the obsession of ink staining, the echo of elegy... Will all turn into dissipated ink marks on the tip of the pen.
Suffering from the world of mortals with the orphans of the Fox clan, sharing fate with the swordsman Ni Tianwen, making a promise to the girl from the Forgotten River in the next life... We will accompany him on this road.
When the world-destroying black ink overthrew the three realms, he burned all his names and picked up the pen to choose the third path——
Not to rewrite Journey to the West, but to add a gentle turning point to all the fate and regrets in this world we have loved deeply.
"If the price of changing your life is to forget yourself... Will you still choose to write?"
I would like to pay tribute to every soul who has stayed in the three realms with this volume.
Your story always deserves another ending.
