The Way of Evolving God

This is a pilgrimage with flesh and blood as the boat and pain as the sail. The protagonist Mo Chen stood up from the quagmire of the Qinghe Gang, holding a cracked jade pendant, and survived step by step in the bloody storm of the dark world of immortality. He swallows the emotions of all sentient beings, witnesses thousands of joys and sorrows, and stares at his own reflection in the abyss - humility allows me to learn to look up at the stars humbly, sincerity allows me to touch the real temperature, heat allows me to burn out my own unique light, and rage and resentment temper the hardness of my soul in extreme pain. It turns out that there is no superior god in this world. Only "my" footprints can fill the void of divinity. Ascension is a scam, and all transformation into gods is dead. Monks of all ages have asked the way of heaven with their lives, but they did not know that God is just an illusion waiting to be "seen". However, Mo Chen chose a retrograde path: he did not seek liberation or transcendence, but only sought to use flesh and blood as a step and pain as a guide to embark on the long and lonely road of self-seeing. When the thoughts of billions of "I"s converged into a torrent, and when the sea of ​​dark matter stars emerged from the cracks in the cracked jade pendant - he finally stood in front of the throne of God.