Great Books That Never Got Popular 好书不火

2 盖 The Peerless Duo 盖世双谐 Three Days, Two Sleeps三天两觉Martial Arts2.8M WordsOngoing Wandering the martial world, stopping and starting, I turn back through memories of my wandering youth. Now I've traveled across this world, with so much still to leave behind. The peak stirs up the past. 742Votes3MRecs1MFans

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Wandering the world, stopping and starting Turning the pages of memories of my wandering youth Now that I have passed through this world, I feel a deep sense of longing. The peak blew back the past

4 异 The Way of the Divine Land Beyond the Border 异域神州道 Zhi Qiu知秋Eastern Fantasy1.7M WordsOngoing I seek the Dao and press onward, For there is a human Dao. How many rivers and mountains have I crossed? I cannot count. May Heaven never grow old, and may my homeland always remain blessed. All I see are green mountains, Green mountains where rain falls hard and winds rage on every side. The road home stretches on, endless and long. The Dao of man, the Dao of gods, I seek the human Dao. Demons and fiends alike claim they are good. Winds rise, thunder roars, and ghosts cry out across the heavens 1Votes733.4kRecs63.2kFans

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Seek your own path and move forward. There is a way of life. How many waters and mountains have been traveled? May Heaven protect my hometown and keep it forever. All I could see were green mountains Everywhere in the green hills, the rain is fierce and the wind is strong The road to my hometown seems to stretch on forever. Taoist, Taoist, Divine Seeking the Way of Humanity Both demons and monsters claim to be good. The wind rises, thunder roars, heaven and earth weep and gods howl Why have the once-thriving borders turned into a sea of ​​blood? How can Guyuan Road be a road of no return? Why have the once-thriving borders turned into a sea of ​​blood? How can Guyuan Road be a road of no return? Where can one find the true path in the human world?

5 深EN Ashes of the Deep Sea 深海余烬 Yuantong远瞳Sci-Fi2.6M WordsCompleted On that day, dense fog sealed everything away. On that day, he became the captain of a ghost ship. On that day, he crossed the dense fog and confronted a world that had been utterly overturned and shattered. The order of old had vanished without a trace, bizarre phenomena ruled the endless seas beyond civilized society, and isolated island city-states and fleets challenging the ocean had become the last lights remaining in the civilized world, while the shadows of ancient days still stirred rest 307Votes5.9MRecs16.4MFans

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On that day, thick fog enveloped everything. On that day, he became the captain of a ghost ship. On that day, he crossed the thick fog and faced a world that had been completely overturned and shattered—the former order had vanished, strange phenomena dominated the endless seas beyond civilized society, isolated island cities and fleets challenging the seas had become the only remaining lights of the civilized world, while the shadows of the past still lurked in the deep sea, waiting to continue to devour this dying world. But for the new captain of the Lost Home, there was only one question he needed to consider first— Does anyone know how to sail a boat?!

11 十 Tales of the Ten Provinces 十州风云志 Zhi Qiu知秋Eastern Fantasy1.3M WordsOngoing Seek the Way, press on and search. The human way is there for those who find it. How many rivers and mountains have we crossed? There is no counting. May Heaven never grow old, and may it keep our homeland forever beautiful. Mountains stretch as far as the eye can see, yet everywhere they are beset by arrows of rain and blades of wind. The road home, why does it go on and on without end? The Way of man, the Way of gods: seek the human way for yourself. Demons and monsters all claim they are in t 1Votes174.8kRecs70.6kFans

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Seek your own path, look forward, and you will find the way of humanity. No matter how many rivers and mountains you have traveled, you will not find them. May the heavens never grow old, and may my hometown forever remain good. All I see are green mountains, and everywhere I look, the mountains are pierced by rain and wind. The road to my hometown seems endless. The Taoist's Way, the God's Way, all seek the Way in the human world. Demons and monsters all claim to be good. The wind howls and thunder roars, heaven and earth waile and ghosts cry. Why has the former land turned into a sea of ​​blood? The road to my hometown, how can it be a road of no return? Where in the human world can one find the true path? (Although it's been used before, I'll still use this one because it feels appropriate for the occasion.)