I would like to state in advance that each chapter of this article is very short. Reading is like switching between screens and you need to read it slowly.
Two reincarnations, three lives weeping blood, Mo Xi's life and death has never been a choice of himself, but the ugly survival of the whole world.
It is a sacrifice, a bright spot, and a truly stripped soul.
The real nihilist does not feel that the world is meaningless, but has seen through the world, but still grits his teeth and lives for the instinct of survival. This is the wriggling of creatures and the shedding of souls.
The Way of Heaven is often the most divine, but I don't think so. Here the Way of Heaven is a headless snake, and the lowest demon blood is the truest incarnation of this Way of Heaven.
Purpose: I want to use the shell of Eastern fantasy to discuss the true nihilism of man... Living by the instinct of life