Well, I usually don't read this type of book, but I'd like to recommend something else to you. The first one is more brain-burning and very interesting. The other two are both post-apocalyptic. The first one is funny and very interesting. The second one, as you can tell from the name, is another interesting book by a novel author. I recommend it to you [crying with laughter]
In the future of Collapse Iron, multi-stem fusion, here is the spear blade you need, or in other words, Ying Xing, leaning against the railing of the observation deck. His posture was tall and straight, and his face still had the coldness that had accumulated over the years, but deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a bit more indescribable vicissitudes and... A trace of tiredness than before. He was not looking at the fierce battle in the arena - everything there might have been commonplace to him - but looking at the boundless starry sky outside the window, his eyes seemed to have no focus. Until, the clear light of the new moon was clearly projected on the porthole of the observation deck through the Aha's advanced observation system, and caught his eye. Blade's pupils shrank almost imperceptibly for a moment. He slowly turned his head, his gaze seemed to penetrate the ship and the space, and he accurately "saw" the new moon, as well as Dan Heng's fleeting stagnation under the new moon, and Zuo Jiang's tragic escape from death. An extremely complicated look passed over his cold face. There were reminiscences, sudden realizations, and a trace of faint pain, which eventually turned into an almost inaudible sigh and dissipated in the quiet air of the observation deck. "Shuoyue... There are five people, and the price is three." Ren's deep voice sounded, as if he was talking to himself, or stating an ancient secret soaked in blood and fire to the starry sky, "The five people who boarded the ship... Jing Liu, Dan Feng, Bai Heng, Jing Yuan, and... Me." He paused, looked away from Shuo Yue, and became deep again: "The price of the three people was high enough to buy countless worlds. Bai Heng's body turned into ashes, Jing Yuan was trapped in Shence... And Jingliu..." His voice stopped here, as if the name itself carried a biting chill and endless heaviness. After a moment of silence, the corner of the blade's mouth curled up in a very faint and bitter arc, and his voice was so low that only he could hear it: "... I am the only one. The price has been paid, but I am still lingering here, unable to truly... Touch the other side of the 'divine nature.'" In his words, one could not tell whether it was happiness, regret, or deeper helplessness. When he pronounced the word "divinity", there was an indescribable sense of alienation and heaviness. "Aren," a gentle and uniquely magnetic female voice sounded from behind, breaking the slightly stagnant atmosphere. Kafka approached with an elegant step, holding a cup of coffee that Himeko had just prepared. She took a sip of the liquid that exuded the mellow and caramel aroma in the cup, squinted her eyes with satisfaction, and then looked at Xiang Ren, her purple eyes filled with a knowing calmness and a hint of comfort. "You and I have read Elio's script countless times," Kafka's voice was steady and clear, as if stating a natural fact. "He has already written that among the five of you, only you, Aren, are the one who can break free of the heaviest shackles and be able to 'return to youth'." She walked to Ren's side, stood side by side with him, and looked out the window at the cold new moon, and under the new moon, Zuo Jiang, who was still breathing hard but miraculously not dead. "This point," Kafka's tone was still calm, but with a strange power, as if he was brushing away the dust and revealing the truth, "Compared with Jingliu, you must destroy everything that belongs to you - the past, ties, and even part of your 'self', before you can finally cross the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, and ascend the lonely throne of destruction..." Her eyes seemed to become distant, as if she saw a figure walking alone in the endless blood and cold, and finally merged with the cold moonlight. "... Than Dan Heng... Or in other words, Dan Heng, who inherited everything from Dan Feng, needs to go through countless reincarnations in the Dragon Lord's inheritance and bear the weight of the entire immortal life before he can take over the eternal authority..." Kafka withdrew his gaze and looked at the silent blade next to him again. His voice was softer, but every word was clear: "... It's much 'easier', isn't it?" "Return to youth..." Blade repeated the word in a low voice. There was no joy on his face, only deeper complexity. This "ease" may mean different hardships, different losses, and the same long wandering on the edge of humanity and divinity. He looked at Shuo Yue, at the glance Jingliu cast, and he didn't know whether it was sighing, luck, or some kind of deeper sadness that welled up in his heart.
Poor book famine, I can't save you. After all, the works we know and read are different. What I'm curious about is the future of Taoist metaphysics and technology.
I really don't know about this. I basically haven't paid attention to Honkai Impact, let alone this kind of thing, but these books are still good [laughter] [laughter] [laughter] [laughter]