Golden Light: Tempering the Blade in Turbid Waves

Do you know what it feels like to be the only person left in the vast universe? Have you ever experienced a silence so complete that you can hear nothing but your own heartbeat? Do you understand the emptiness of seeing a plan laid over ten thousand years finally succeed, only for every living thing to perish as the price? No, you don't, because you weren't the one who lived through it. I want to tell a story, but I don't know who to tell it to. There is no one, no tree, no living creature. My voice can cross several realms and then echo back to my ears, so I might as well tell it to myself. Actually, telling yourself a story is quick, because after turning it over in my mind, there's only one sentence to say. I know the beginning and the ending of the rest, so there's not much to talk about. Ha... In the end, I, Long Feng, am still alive. All right, now that I've finished the story, I think I can sleep for a while. When I wake, perhaps it will be the third month of late spring, perhaps the grass will be growing and the orioles flying, perhaps voices will fill the streets. Dong Huang Long Feng The CP isn't decided yet, so let's leave it at that for now. A sincere piece of advice: fellow cultivators, please don't jump into this pit before it's finished. Especially you, Ta Sheng. Look, I even put you in the blurb. See how much I care about you? P.S. The opening of this novel was inspired by Chen Da's Grave of the Gods. I love that novel so much, and I've always suspected Chen Da is a fellow cultivator. Highly recommended, it's well worth a read _(:з"∠)_ P.P.S. This is a medium-length novel. I'm here to tempt fate.