Tracing Blood: Tracing Thousand Realms

Back in the day, when I fell from the primitive jungle into the world of mountains and seas, I thought I had just traveled through a world. Only later did he learn that he was traveling through an infinitely recursive maze of thousands of realms written by the ancient Guixu bloodline. Molten golden blood is the only pass, and the unfinished novel is writing his life in reverse. When he meets the woman who only exists in words at the end of Guixu, he finally has to answer a question: Is he the one who writes the way of heaven, or is he the one who closes the book and leaves her on the page?