Across the myriad worlds, is reincarnation real, or is some unseen destiny driving me to keep searching? What does the star between my brows represent?
One is the crown prince of an empire, the other a fallen young master whose once-great clan was destroyed.
What sparks will fly when they meet? Is their rise inevitable, or merely chance?
The girl who brushed past me, her delicate shoulders and clear eyes,
were already etched in my heart. In the end, will there still be a chance to make things right?
A life destined to be extraordinary: I will cut down every thorn in my path and carve out a road unlike any other.
People say all life is suffering. How could living in this world be anything but bitter?
I know I cannot stop it, so I will keep moving forward, even if all I have is a blade in each hand.
The stars filling the sky draw my thoughts back to the eve of the great destruction. That was where it all began. After millions of years of waiting and searching, and countless battles, what was I pursuing?
Can that resplendent palace, that graceful figure, and that splendid, weighty scepter really hold on to my heart? Everything will eventually fall silent. Familiar faces flash past, whispering, laughing softly, offering comfort and encouragement. How should I go on? Perhaps only when the peach blossoms bloom and their petals drift through the air, while a figure in red dances gracefully, will my heart finally be at peace.
This cover is so eye-catching!
I always thought it was time that changed me, but now I realize it's life itself, the daily necessities of life.
Demons exist in this world, but demons are neither evil nor good. Demons are simply the purest form of humanity, with only an endpoint, no path, only darkness, no light. Believe me, I don't believe in fate. You cannot stop it; this is a calamity, you can only accept it, accept your destiny. Chapter 116, Becoming a Demon.
The writing is superb; a dream of vicissitudes unfolds, weaving a captivating and complex story. Best wishes.
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Little Whitey, here I come!
Like a poem, its resounding rhythm sings of classical beauty. Like a painting, its elegant brushstrokes render the unrestrained spirit of ink splashing.
Why does it look like the cover has been changed, bro?
The writing is delicate yet unrestrained, making it a fine work. Keep up the good work! Publish the book on more websites to gradually increase its visibility. Don't give up; good writing will never be buried.