Mortal cultivation | One female lead: Li Muchen | Dark realism | Mortals are as insignificant as dust | Slow-burn struggle for survival
The Dao Alliance is strict, Tushan lies far away, and forces beyond the Circle watch hungrily. Mortals are no more than blades of grass, their lives no more than specks of dust. From birth to death, they are nothing but expendable resources.
The orphan Chen Yan has no spiritual root, no connections, and no cheat. He struggles in desperate circumstances, scraping by amid blood and fire. His growth is slow and hard-won, with blood and tears at every step. He does not defy heaven or become a saint.
The powerful stand above the world, and their grudges and fated bonds have nothing to do with him. That is, until he meets Li Muchen, who has also been abandoned by the world. She is obsessive and mad; he is silent and long-suffering. Two people crushed by the rules find comfort in each other in the darkness.
I am an author. I want to give myself an evaluation. I want to write a slow and dark mortal flow. I hope to build a different world of fox monsters.
It feels very good. The world as a whole feels okay. I feel that the author will definitely make a big move later.
Come on, author, is Li Mochen Mu Chen?