Jiezi

When the hope of progress flickers, is it the prelude to eternal night, or the light before dawn? When the choice is made, will it be the sinner's colleagues or the hero's help? In a universe filled with thousands of races, geniuses are like meteors that fly by and end up in dust. The monks fight with people and heaven, who will escape from this world? If I will eventually become a boundary child, I would like to continue the path forward, cut off the sea, split the sky, and create a boundary.