This is a story about a chaotic world of stone, not a story about a boy with an air attribute…
You can't guess how it ends, just as you can't know what tomorrow will bring.
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[A signed work from Zongheng's Fourth Group] Becoming a god is like a dream; I sit quietly among mortals, a monk. I am simply myself.
Reader group: 195882457. One hardship after another. After all these trials, will there be enlightenment? I don't know. But I do know that if I give up because of everything I've encountered, then my ideals and all the effort I've put in will have been worth far too little.
