Across three thousand worlds, all the splendor of three thousand lives began with a wager made with a demon. She has traveled through one world after another, her long black hair and alluring phoenix eyes unchanged. She has witnessed story after story, forgotten by people and buried by time. This world is vast, and she is only one insignificant person. She is the flower-gazer by the roadside, walking along the path and looking upon a river of blossoms, without joy or sorrow, love or hurt. Her growth is told in these words:
"Some say a journey is a process of finding yourself. But somewhere along the way, I lost myself, and I kept losing pieces of myself as I traveled on."
The author's rule: I absolutely will not abandon this story! -W- Actually, it's also the story of a heroine's slow growth: from a timid, sarcastic shut-in to a powerful, cool-headed goddess (╯▽╰). The Heaven Realm arc, with angels and hell and all that, is completely made up. Believe it and you've lost. -_,- If you like it, please add it to your collection! Aaaah! (づ￣3￣)づ╭?~
Although I know you may not need me very much, the article is well written, so please continue to write more.
I finished reading it all at once and it was not enough (⇀ㅁ↼‶)
Could it be a story in which the heroine gradually loses all her emotions and desires, and finally becomes cold and detached?
The author is great, can you repost it?