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Books by 云不亦云
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Seventeen, Untitled 十七岁未命名
At the opening ceremony, everyone watched as Su Chen, the school's most talked-about student, walked toward me. “Didn't you notice you'd scraped your ankle?” He knelt and peeled open a bandage. In a scene that sent the whole school into a frenzy, I was the only one who noticed his fingers trembling. “Was that boy standing in the rain three years ago you?” He lowered his eyes as he pressed the bandage on. “Yeah. The umbrella was too small, so half my shoulder got soaked.” The dean's furious
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Burying the Profound 葬玄
Many years later... Looking back from the fading light, I finally understood what it meant: “Raise your cup and invite the heavens to tip the Northern Dipper; drink in the world, where all are but mayflies.” “When the lotuses bloom again, we shall stay by each other's side and never part.” The dream was real... The dream was real!!! But... the me in the dream was false... The Heavenly Dao... the Great Dao... Ha ha ha! Ha ha... ha ha ha! This profound truth of the Dao: I spent my whole life tryin
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Defying the Path to Attain the Dao 逆修成道
What does the word “Dao” mean? Countless seekers have pursued it since ancient times. They follow the Way of Heaven, and everyone says the Dao has no answer. Cultivators follow Heaven’s will, taking Heaven itself as the Dao. Until…everything changed. Heaven and earth shifted, reincarnation turned, the Heavenly Dao fell, and the world was shaken. Defy Heaven and cultivate, then bring down Heaven to prove the Dao.
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The Age of the Divine Crown 神冕纪元
My name is Su Wen. A remnant forged into a “key.” I exist for one reason: to open the “Gate” that leads to the ultimate end of the world. On the ninth night after Ymir tore through the dimensions and descended, humanity’s cries froze solid in a blizzard of Titan crystal dust. What fell from the sky was no longer snow, but blue crystalline tears from a dying world, each flake refracting the last cold glimmer of a collapsing civilization. The land was imprisoned by a ring-shaped tombstone known
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