[Hard-core logic + no brainlessness + group portraits + wits + fate + supernatural + hot blood]
The day Ning An walked into Yin Yang Inn, he understood something:
Here, if you want to gain, you must first learn to lose.
"Every bit of strength is secretly marked with a price tag of flesh and blood."
This is a cursed world. The ring cards of the old era have turned black and the world is in turmoil. Only the last person can take over to maintain the false perfection.
Others seek immortality and invincibility;
What Ning An wants is to break the black card leading to "pseudo-consummation".
The wound is not in the flesh, but in the marrow;
The change is not in the supernatural power, but in the senses.
When his eyes were dry, his fingertips were cold, and the wailing of old dreams was always echoing in his ears, Su Jin, Pei Zheng, Xue Hongyao and others standing behind him were each pushing back the heaviest chips in their lives, just to restore the innocence of heaven and earth.
"Like but not pick up, carry but not follow."
People of this generation do not cultivate the afterlife, but only cut off cause and effect!
