Hundred-Refined Ink Soul

I wrote to death my only companion in my writing, and he found me. Six words appeared on the notebook: Li Ze, save me, it hurts. The sky cracked open, and the world of fiction crashed into reality. The most powerful person of all time, Xi Wujiang, only has a remnant soul left, and I am his only author. I destroyed my eyes and lived with his soul. I am his eye, and he is my sword. I thought this was just the fate of two people. Until the Guixu Sect was raging and the gods from outside the territory suppressed the situation, a group of ordinary teenagers took up the twelve zodiac signs, smiled and stood side by side with me, and turned around to offer sacrifices one by one. I write about all the heroes, but I can't keep anyone who cares. There is peace in the world. I was left alone, under the sun, missing the dusk when everyone was still alive.