The Road to the Throne: Starting as a Heretical Female Cultivator

What you write like this makes the stories I used to read about people seeking power, usurping the throne, traveling through time and cultivating immortals look like kids playing house on the roadside.

Before reading this book, I thought it was just another cliché novel about leveling up and ascending to immortality. But while watching it, I burst into tears several times. I saw mother and daughter, siblings, lovers, myself, and all living beings. It's so painful, everyone is in so much pain. The world is unfair, survival is difficult, and human life is despicable. However, in this world, there are so many shining people and emotions. Are those who are born weak really silent? Not so! Many weak people stepped forward to set off a torrent of change. Don't give up even if you die. Why? Because it hurts too much, it hurts too much to live, and in order to change everything that hurts myself and others—I will never give up! Everyone is a living person, shaped by their past experiences, the family they were born into, and the environment they live in. Their stories are too heavy to bear. So many regrets, so many misses, which can never be made up for. Time is also destiny. This also makes me miserable. It's so hard, just living is so hard. But Ying Hanshan not only survived himself, but also tried his best to let more people survive. "I don't eat children, and no one should eat children. If one day someone tells you that he will help you only if he eats children, just tell me his name, and then I will eat him." She is so warm and strong, like the most perfect mother or sister in my mind. But her past was too similar to mine, with the same hysterical mother, the same messy mother-daughter relationship, and the same means of escaping reality. That was her demon, and it was my demon. She will one day transform into a human king, shouldering the responsibilities of heaven and all sentient beings. I yearn for her, but I know that I can't be her. I am too weak and powerless and can only escape. This also makes me miserable. But I still love this story, the vivid souls of the people in this story, and their vivid love and hate.

I stayed up all night for two nights... I happened to watch the part where Han Shan went crazy when I went to boarding school. The gas poisoning kept circling in my mind. I realized that day, ah, this is how my mother died. On the third day, I realized again, ah, this was also the reason why I told my boss and Yaya to open the window. After half a month, I came back and read it again, and the details about gas/carbon monoxide were correct again... Goddess, God of response...[Hands together] I watched the scene of chasing chickens in Danhe Hanshan so much that I twisted in bed with laughter, and I watched the siege several times and cried in bed... Ever since that time at Baimen, I have been particularly afraid of everyone setting the flag, whether they are named or nameless, they seem to have really come alive from the words, and I don't want to see them die. But as Hanshan moved from the city to the state and then to the king step by step, I seemed to realize that death was inevitable... Hanshan is not a god. It is better to say that Hanshan is a god and he cannot save everyone. Hanshan is growing and changing, and as a reader, I am also changing. The knife falls on everyone equally. But what impressed me the most was Elder Yu's fragrant local accent () When I saw the name Yu Chengli for the first time, I didn't react. I just thought it was a nice name, but after reading more, I suspected it was a prophecy. Fortunately, the jade has not turned into rubble. The references behind the names of the Nine-Xuan Peak are far more important than the prophecies. ... Also, the part where the boss was struck by lightning and stretched his hand out of the ditch really seemed to break through! Or the kind of Tohru who fell apart and only one arm was left on the shore! When I read the author's wb before, I mistakenly thought that except Hanshan and Xiaohua, all of them were be! So naturally, I shed tears over the boss's body (?) (Although I started to shed tears when the boss killed someone) And then there are the women. When I saw the part about Guanlu's mother, I thought, will she die? Will they be disowned? Guanlu will definitely not be trapped by her. Someone is pushing her, but who will push her mother? Fortunately, Guanlu gave her mother a hand. She left a path. As for whether the pathfinder should leave or not... Everyone has his or her own destiny. White wolf, Ulangu. Romantic, innocent and lively, but also bloodthirsty, brave and cold-blooded tribe. The moon is still there today, so the god on the moon is probably also there, right? The children of the moon and the children of the grassland are probably dreaming somewhere, right? When I saw Grandma Hai, I thought of Mazu. Although I am not from there, I have always been curious about this God. I paid close attention to her and she made an impression on me as a mother. I have always felt that lakes, seas, and the earth, these things that give birth to people and do not change immediately, are like mothers. The ghost mother has a kind of... Idealized maternal love. But it's so ideal, and I will have a lot of considerations when I see what she says. I once thought that Hanshan would be crushed to death by the ghost mother soon even if he was reborn, but he didn't. It was probably at that time that the hatred of the ghost mother for her inappropriate love disappeared. I feel like I've written a lot of stuff () I'm crying so hard that I need to find some paper to blow my nose——

"A woman builds, a woman inherits, a woman overthrows. And then it becomes a fact that has always been true." ?

All I can say is, it's great, this is the best book I've ever read. I watched the growth of Hanshan, Yaya, Hai Ama, Wuguanlu, He Cuizi, Qin Niang, Qinghan, Tulu and many others. They all changed because of the existence of Hanshan. They each had their own characteristics and their own paths. They had hesitation, pain and confusion on their own roads, but they still walked on resolutely under the gaze of those golden eyes. They are all so beautiful. This beauty does not refer to appearance, but a collection of all the good things. It's great, every character is really great. Hanshan, you have worked hard, and you have completed your own way. I love you all

It's so beautiful that it makes my work and rest go to waste...

It's so good that I wish I had a physical book to collect.

Tied in six days. It would be interesting if there were a modern Tieba to open a thread for discussion. However, we commenters are already the people discussing on the Tieba. He Zhilu, what a good name.

Tasty! ! Love it! ! ! ! ! Very, very good! History is a cycle

Last forever! Actually, I wonder about the [dog head] who wants to read the forum of later generations.