I still have to apologize to all the readers who persevered until now. I failed to write a good ending, and I always had this feeling that I had thrown down my weapons and abandoned my armor.
When I was drafting the outline for this book, I had intended to write two to three million words.
The entire outline and setting details came to nearly a hundred thousand words.
But when I truly put pen to paper, I realized that writing a long-form epic was not so easy.
The first reason was my health.
The night before I officially started writing, I was still staying up all night playing games, frantically grinding Mythic dungeons in World of Warcraft.
I had lived like that for many years and barely exercised at all, leaving my body in a state of chronic sub-health.
As a result, when I started writing at the end of April, I could still manage three or four updates a day for the first two months, and occasionally five.
But by the end of July and the beginning of August, my body suddenly collapsed.
I only managed to hold on until the book was completed after taking traditional Chinese medicine for an entire month.
Especially during the latter half of September—the final fifty chapters of the entire book—
I was dizzy and dazed the whole time, suffering terribly, and every day I wanted to rush through the ending with a bare-bones outline.
But in the author's note I posted during the first tens of thousands of words, I had said something along the lines of: whether anyone read it or not, I had to write it seriously through to the end.
So in the end, I still gritted my teeth and, whether it was good or bad, at least