I Transmigrate to the Beast World and Make My Way With Formations

This is my first book. I know that my writing power is limited and I cannot describe their character and tenderness fully. When writing the story of the Beast World, I always felt that my writing was too shallow and failed to make the tenacity and sincerity of this group of characters more hot and poignant. Fox Ye and Yao are destined to stay together across reincarnation. She carried the destiny of the formation, and he guarded the loneliness for thousands of years, from looking at each other across the mountains and rivers, to standing side by side in this life, embracing the light, and finally no longer alone. The Cang and Shui tribes use water as their pattern and life to pave the way. The protection passed down from generation to generation is tragic and gentle. Snake Yuan's life is too heavy. After hundreds of years of parasitism, full of sins, being regarded as a monster, and being wrapped up in fate, but after meeting the glimmer of Qinghe, he learned to let go of his hatred and take up protection. Silent, ruthless, and extremely sober, he peeled off the fragments of the Dark Heavenly Dao with his own hands, used himself as a seal, and sank all the darkness into the abyss. He is not a born hero, but after being illuminated by the light, he is willing to turn into a root in the ground to keep the stability of this land. I am always afraid that I will understate his pain and the tenderness hidden under his scales. Qinghe is too clean. From an ignorant young plant to burning her roots to sacrifice the common people, she has always been soft but powerful. No resentment, no hatred, no excuses, bear the tribulations of the world with the body of grass and trees, and finally turn into a towering tree, taking root in the cracked valley, evergreen year after year. Her protection is always silent, but it is the longest-lasting. I often feel ashamed that I failed to write about the compassion and determination in her bones, and that I failed to write more thoroughly about the green light that illuminates the darkness. The fate of the water tribe distresses me the most. They used the underground river as their road and the water patterns as their language, relaying every step of the way and risking their lives every step of the way. Receiving, escorting, turning around to lure the enemy, never saying another word, never looking back. Some people sank into the undercurrent, some turned into dust, and some used their last bit of strength to shake out water patterns, leaving a way for future generations to survive. Qinghe knew nothing about it, so they kept it secret from her for the rest of their lives; Qinghe moved forward safely, so they paved the way with their lives. Howling wolves and stray beasts are the warmest fireworks in troubled times. The orphaned animals abandoned by the group cling to each other and save each other. A "head" is a sign of trust and belonging. The rabbit beast is timid but brave, the bear beast is simple but reliable, Falcon is stubborn but sincere, the old female eagle is calm and protective, the rat beast is alert and perseverant... They are not perfect, they have cowardice and struggles, but after meeting, they have made the word "family" their strongest belief. My writing skills are ordinary, and I cannot describe the darkness deep in the earth's veins, the glimmer of light above the rift valley, the shock of the sacrifice, or the stability on the way home. But this group of characters has never been the creation of my writing. They carried everything in the darkness, protected each other in the wind and rain, and lived the most dazzling life. I feel lucky to be able to write their stories.