**"Mortals seek immortality to seek longevity, but we enter dreams to seek the truth."**
**"If the way of heaven is a nightmare destined to perish, waking up... Is the heaviest curse in the world."**
Lantern calendar year 129,596, Taixu dusk.
The firewood of the nine ancient lighthouses is about to dry up, and the gray fog of the sea has spread over the mountains and rivers.
The "evanescence" that the world longs for is nothing more than a carnival of mutations that sacrifices reason:
The spiritual root is the hole drilled by nightmares, the heart lamp is the remnant flame of rational torment, and the ascension of those thousands of people who worship it is nothing more than actively throwing themselves into the huge mouth above the dome that swallows all things.
The couple awakens in a dark marriage full of death. **
The red candles were dimly illuminating, and all the guests in the hall were covered with paper-painted paintings; the tents were drooped, and the bride beside her had no facial features, only a strange red lip that reached to her ears.
In this troubled world where gods and Buddhas are all crazy and cause and effect are broken, his only reliance is the last absolute certainty in this illusory world - **[Law Numbers]**.
With a mortal body, he can stir up the cause and effect; with absolute clarity, he can dissect the root of chaos.
**"You obey the destiny just to survive in this beautiful dream."**
**"I want to go against the logic and kill through this sky of illusion."**
The way of heaven collapsed and the universe was reshaped.
Only those who do not worship gods and Buddhas can glimpse the glimmer of light at the end of the abyss.
Very good, very novel