"The wings hang down in the sky, smiling at the world, which is nothing." - Xin Qiji
In the third level of the world, there are immortals, humans and demons, and those who are different are demons.
Humans want to ascend to heaven and become immortals, and demons want to climb high and become immortal riders. But are the immortals above the clouds really different from humans and demons?
There is another mystery behind the changes in this world.
Before that person from another world arrived, there were thousands of mayflies shaking the trees.
There was a most innocent mortal who died in the heavy snow in the arms of the people he depended on.
There are ruthless immortals who pity the grass and trees with cold eyes, sacrificing their bodies to the array, and making bets with their lives.
There was a swordsman who was very romantic when he was young, but he got into trouble and the chess pieces eventually became the chess players.
A young demon boy with a heavy responsibility makes a choice amidst all the hustle and bustle...
There are people, there are immortals, there are demons.
In countless corners, they looked up to peer at the truth of the world behind the stars. One after another, unknown ants pried open every small gap in this tight conspiracy.
Survive.
Even if it goes against nature.
A warning about the writing of the journal, welcome to discuss, if you don't like it, please move on.
This article is composed of multiple short stories, no limit to bg, bl, or no cp. Emotional drama is not the main content.
May we all have the courage to love and change in this unpredictable and unreal world.
Intention: Break the confinement and return to the original.