The Undying Mountains and Seas

Name: The Undying Mountains and Seas
Author: Lang Riding Bamboo Horses

山海不朽

by Lang Riding Bamboo Horses (琅骑竹马)

Status: Completed
Length: 79k Words
Genre: Mystery & Supernatural
Subgenre: Rule-Based Horror
Updated: 6y ago
English: Request a translation

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Synopsis

In an ordinary yet extraordinary parallel world, strange phenomena descend, and the monsters from the Classic of Mountains and Seas appear before our eyes. The roars of ancient times echo without end, while incantations whisper by our ears, unceasing...

He ventures deeper into myths and legends that seem utterly absurd, moving between “common knowledge” and “the unknowable,” and communicating or fighting with strange creatures that exist only in the fantasies of the modern world.

Using his wits, strength, and all manner of wondrous abilities, he overcomes the crises he encounters, uncovers the truth beneath the veil of mystery, fights an eternal darkness, and does everything in his power to preserve the balance among different races.

This is the story of a man afraid of death who gradually grows into a hero.

“If possible, I hope... for world peace!”

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