Introduction to the work "The Secret Land of Return to Ruins"
Shen Suxin woke up from a pool of blood and found herself trapped in the legendary secret realm of Guixu that had been sealed for three hundred years. She has lost half of her memory, her hands are bare, and her body is filled with black fragments of unknown origin. She is surrounded by only a mysterious woman who calls herself Xie Jiuyin - her right eye is silver, her cultivation is weird, and her smile is lazy and dangerous.
The Guixu Secret Realm is not an ordinary secret realm. The timelines here are folded and entangled with each other, different possibilities for the same person exist at the same time, and the past and the future are intertwined into an unsolvable paradox. Those "things" that gush out of the cracks are remnants abandoned by the timeline, wandering in endless pain, longing to be remembered.
Xie Jiuyin said that she had been waiting in the secret realm for three months, just waiting for Shen Suxin to appear. Because there is a secret core in Shen Suxin's body, which is the key to unlocking all mysteries. But Shen Suxin gradually discovered that the connection between her and Xie Jiuyin was far deeper than the "key" - they were always entangled in all broken timelines and in all possible destinies.
The deepest truth of the secret realm is hidden in an ancient white city called "Guixu". There is a being there who has been trapped for countless thousands of years. He uses all his strength to say only one sentence: I am here.
When you find that the whole world is just one person's dream, when you find that you are just one of the fragments of the dream, do you still want to continue living?
Shen Suxin's answer is: Even if it's just a fragment, I have to choose my own shape.
This is a story about memory, forgetting, choice and symbiosis. Under the shell of immortal cultivation, there is a questioning of self-existence and the nature of time. May everyone who is lost in possibility be remembered.
Intention: In the endless possibilities, choice itself is the meaning of existence; and being remembered is the only way to fight against forgetfulness and nothingness.