To Save All Living Beings, Start by Breaking Up the Ships

The entire story is being carefully revised Also, if you're rereading, please don't post spoilers in the earlier chapters. It can ruin the reading experience for newcomers. I. He Ting Tong lived in a chaotic cultivation novel that had everything: people who transmigrated into a book, Systems, and powerful figures who had been reborn. His role: an utterly ordinary, uninvolved passerby. In this bizarre world, where people who transmigrated into a book were as common as dogs and the reborn were everywhere, every day brought master-disciple romances filled with angst, sworn enemies who loved and fought each other, Daoist Lords and their replacements, wealthy families whose children had been switched at birth, and lovers who chased their exes only after it was too late... In short, the world's most exalted prodigies were tangled up in love and hate, drowning in anguish, willing to make all creation pay for the sake of one person... And then the world restarted eighteen times. Each time, the world was ravaged and heaven and earth overturned. Unlike everyone else, He Ting Tong retained all his memories, and went through those eighteen restarts too. By the nineteenth time, He Ting Tong, one of all creation, was completely done with it. To hell with romance! I'm breaking you all up! You're all going to cultivate the heartless Dao! II. Fu Fengyan spent his entire life locked inside that white tower. Devoid of desire, with all five senses lost, he sat on a high platform year after year, chanting scriptures. His father told him he was a seal, the Heavenly Dao, born to save all creation. So he gave his life to save all creation. Each time the world was destroyed, he gave his life to mend it. The eighteenth time he mended the world. On the day his senses returned, Fu Fengyan stood amid the flames of karmic retribution. Just before he turned to ash, he saw a young cultivator he'd once met, breaking away from everyone else and running toward him. Fu Fengyan thought the person running toward him was love. He Ting Tong: You little punk, you're the button that keeps restarting the world, aren't you! Reading guide: 1. Both leads are reborn, and they're bound together for good. A relentlessly optimistic bottom who leads the Break-Up-the-CP Brigade VS a sorrowful little frog (not really) with severe self-destructive tendencies who's the world's restart button. 2. The world is a chaotic mash-up of every melodramatic trope imaginable. It's seriously over-the-top, the kind that makes your toes curl! 3. Please don't make self-insert fan comments, call the characters husband or wife, or call the top a princess. Fu Fengyan is a 189-cm, shamelessly double-standard, manly top who only acts cute and clingy with his partner. Don't feminize either lead. This story isn't for readers who obsess over top or bottom roles, so please proceed with caution. I'll delete comments that start fights or attack people, and I'll especially delete comments calling the author a self-insert fan. 4. This should be a story of mutual healing. Trust me, I write sweet stories, so the main couple should be spared any bitter fruit. Please add this to your to-read list, The next-next story 《The Founding Patriarch》 The founding patriarch is reborn one day, waking up in the body of his unfilial descendant, Liu Mian. This descendant is useless at both books and fighting. He's a lovestruck, gay pretty-boy who cares about looks, with more beloved big brothers than he can count on his fingers and toes. Born flirtatious, lazy, and idle, he's grown into a good-for-nothing who avoids work and is all talk. The good-for-nothing has no ambition. All he wants is to be kept as a pretty boy, so every day he dresses up like a peacock and struts around in front of his fiancé. Then he gets the full package: a broken engagement, an assassination attempt, and a trip to a mass grave. The good-for-nothing lies in the mass grave, sobbing. He thinks that once he dies, his fiancé will be overcome with grief and remember how good he was. The patriarch is furious. Tapping his descendant on the forehead, he scolds him: “Are you stupid? Are you stupid? Someone sells you and you still count the money for them! How did the heir of the greatest sect in the world end up like this? How can you let someone else be on top? Have some pride! If you're going to sleep with a man, at least be the top!” The founding patriarch of the greatest sect in the world was already the strongest person alive eight hundred years ago. His sect was flourishing, and surely, eight hundred years later, his disciples and their descendants would be powerful enough to rule the world Liu Mian: “What greatest sect? It collapsed ages ago!” The current sect master, a destitute, crippled cultivator with a broken core, goes back to check on the sect: ... Wait, how did it collapse?! His enormous estate! All those mountains! Not one of his descendants has amounted to anything? Useless! The once-magnificent greatest sect in the world has been pawned off by its “dutiful descendants” until all that's left is a tiny plot of land, a thatched hut, and a basket of sweet potatoes. The founding patriarch sheds a tear for the land, then whips the useless little thing and leaves the sect to start his own. The unfilial descendant munches on a sweet potato and bawls, asking what he's going to do. The patriarch gazes at the sky. “Naturally, I'm going back to my old line of work.” Cultivate, farm, make money, beg for alms, and restore the sect! A flirtatious, lazy pretty-boy good-for-nothing bottom x a work-yourself-to-death, chuunibyou, domineering ancestor top Two souls in one body Theme: Build a healthy view of love and cherish life.