Eternal Heaven Gate

From the day he survived the black stone tomb, Lu Chenyuan had something in him that he shouldn't have. The residual fire, the cold copper, the lingering smell of the old door, and a road that always leads him to the old place of right and wrong. Outside Taixuan Mountain, people will ask their names in half an hour; in the well of Zhongzhou, people will be left under the lamp. The most ruthless things in the world are never just swords and evil spirits. More often, they are pieces of paper that look decent, and sentences that sound safe. In other words, someone first wrote down the living person into functions, risks, prices and acceptability. Some people compete for opportunities, some compete for promotion, and some compete for thousands of families in the world. Lu Chenyuan's fight was very small. He just wanted to hold on to the door. Let the names not be written down, let the living people not be lumped into one category, let the people who should come back still recognize their own door. The path to immortality is eternal, and all living beings are fighting to cross it. And all he wanted to ask was always: Is there anyone alive in this overall situation?