The Book of Flowers Across Ten Thousand Worlds: I Prove the Dao and Become a God with My Eyes

#Urban Superpowers #Alternate Modern Setting #Apocalypse Geniuses are on one side, and the madman is me! Everyone thinks Xu Jianwei is crazy. He can see lines no one else can: they coil around walls, crawl across ceilings, and sometimes cling to people and animals. So he spent ten years taking medication and being called a madman. Only his grandmother believed him. “Jianwei, everything you see is real.” On the day his grandmother died, he saw a black line wrapped around her heart. In that moment, he suddenly understood: it was all real. The evil spirits were real. The lines were real. He had never been mad, not for a single second. He vowed to avenge his grandmother, unaware that an even greater responsibility was about to come crashing down on his shoulders. That same day, a book only he could see opened on its own in the depths of his mind: The Flower Record of Ten Thousand Worlds. As its pages turned one by one, the truth about this world finally began to emerge. After eight hundred years, the cycle was beginning again. The Wind Calamity was rising once more, and the whole world was sinking into the abyss. He was the last observer who could see which way the wind was blowing. The white-haired boy gently patted him on the shoulder. “If there’s a gun hanging on the wall, it has to be fired before the curtain falls.” Beneath flowers across the vast cosmos, all the worlds lie desolate. The gods of old are dead. Now I will take their place and guard what remains! “My name is Xu Jianwei. From this day on, I am also Xu Kongji.”