I'm just a college student writing a fantasy novel, making it up as I go. I think it'll be fun to write a million words.
Unaffiliated with any sect, bound by no rules. This body is all I can rely on. This body is the Dao. I enter the mortal world, and the ten directions of divine beings are at my command. If killing me proves the Dao, then I am Zen. If I do not enter the monastery, who will?
Theme: Everyone has their own Dao. They speak of three thousand great Daos, and a vast world.
Come check it out on Zhihu.
I saw the post on Zhihu about party girls. Haha, come and take a look, it's well written.