A fishing village boy gains an immortal’s favor and comprehends the Way. Through countless twists and turns, he cultivates wondrous techniques and forges a spiritual bone and mystical womb. Yet when he looks back, all he sees are heaps of bones and a sea of blood reaching to the heavens. He cultivates the fundamentals and seeks the truth, but why, when it is time to leave, can he only sigh and say, “It was all nonsense”? This is just a little story I wrote. It’s about cultivation, calamity, and romance. “Ahem.” And, of course, it’s also about getting it added to your bookshelf…
